‘that’s a nice breast, hon
what does the other look like?’
sometimes when the moon is out
I hold my hand out to it
I only do that at night
when nobody can see
I guess that’s like making love
‘that’s a nice breast, hon
what does the other look like?’
sometimes when the moon is out
I hold my hand out to it
I only do that at night
when nobody can see
I guess that’s like making love
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