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This is quite the chill night. kicking back on the beach with a fine girl such as yourself. |
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Yeah, the waves are so calming. |
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So, is your body looking like michaelangelo made you or some shit. |
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Thanks Sean, that's so sweet. |
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Let's see what's going on under this velvet top of yours. |
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Uh-oh. |
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Oh calming, your coming off strong with some beautiful waves of your own there, baby. |
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Oh Sean, you're so cute. |
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Why don't we leave the summer skirt on, but let's take those fine panties passed those long, strong legs of yours, hmm? |
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Oh my god. |
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Yeah. |
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And how about you take off clothes, Sean. |
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Oh, oh is that right, baby? You want me to show my stuff, too? |
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My god, you look good, Sean. |
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Yeah, yeah baby I keep in shape, you know. |
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Ooh. |
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Yeah, unbuckle my pants, move hands on my wet weiner and let's get it swingin'. |
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What's that? |
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Let's get it swingin'. |
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No, the other thing you said? |
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...The wet-weiner? |
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You know what? |
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Yeah? |
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I'm going to go throw up, now. See you. |
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Hmm, leave me all horny here. How... how you going to get home there, baby? |
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I'll walk. |
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Mm-hm. I'm-a call you. |
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Don't. |
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A'ight, A'ight. I'm go in for a swim anyways, you know that baby. |
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Going to get this swing-ding wet somehow. Salted off the rubarbs, ain't that a bitch? |
