The Best Of The Worst
She Was Easy To Take, Easy To Make But Too Hot To Hold!
Well…there I was, lying in bed, reading my favourite pulp – True Romances of course – when fuck me stupid with a feather, if a burning plane never came through the window. So – no more passionate embraces for ME, St Peter!
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