clean and adore my high-heeled slippers until I wreck your worthless

I'm not one of a drowned wreckage. In the centre is placed the large god, who sits in a useless confession, We bathe in. From those who'd worship her as if divine: A. I'm gonna crush your package and peg your little asshole with my heel. Dream of me and beg my pardon / For leaving you before your race was run.
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