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In the bedroom, under the kitchen table, in your car on your lunch break, up in the choir loft at church, hidden down low in the back seat of the bus, or kneeling in the shadow of the dumpster behind McDonald’s – you don’t care where; you just want – NEED – Satan’s sangria!! The setting doesn’t matter, as long as his (or her!) creamy nut is shooting past your uvula and filling your belly with a comfort and joy that Mom’s home cooking can never match! Let Miss Vienna share her tips from years of sampling testicular meringue from all over the globe and teach you the secrets and delights of cum fetish phone sex!
Call 1 888 8 FREAKY and ask for Vienna
AIM: vixen_vienna4u
