Our souls are tainted... These are our tales...

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What can one say about Kara Motley? I mean, really? To look at her one would think she's all sweetness and light, that the air of innocence encasing her is nigh impenetrable... Though when one scratches at the surface one discovers she is so much more than she appears to be. Dig even deeper and one will find that her mind is even more sordid, her soul more tainted than those found in even the deepest, darkest, most depraved depths of the Underworld.

She is, without question, the hottest piece of American ass since Pocahontas, with the most delectable, undeniably desirable yet oh-so-dangerous curves... Approach her with caution for she bites, hard...

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Oh, Chesney Springfield. Rolls off the tongue so intricately, does it not? What can be said about this fellow? Well, at first glimpse one would see an intelligent being with an aura of unsurpassable confidence. Cockiness? No. That my friend, is confidence. That is, if I might add, rightfully worn. If one should look again however, one would notice the devilish grin that creeps its way across the sexiest British mouth you’ve ever laid eyes upon. This grin, is the same grin that you saw on your last lover when he knew you were putty in his hands. Chesney is, very easily, one of the darkest souls to drag its way up from the inky pits of Tartarus. 

This Chesney fellow is, without a doubt, the sexiest piece of British ass one will ever have the privilege of seeing. I leave you with a fair warning, approach with caution, his tongue can be as sharp as his looks. Don’t get cut.