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Sex slave

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It's damn hurt when the one you love didnt give you care nor like.....no scratch that..because he give you like when it comes to bed but throw like a trash after being satisfied. That's my life..Im Zuey Samora and Shin Moldarez is my master in bed....and lastly Im his.. TOY.
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