Dear Mr Beckett,please marry me. i would like to have the opportunity to lick you up and down. and to braid your hair and run my fingers oh so passionately through them. not only the hair on your head, but also..lets not get into that, shall we.
OH William Beckett.
kawini tah kediaku. ikat tah ikat.
seee. i can be Ghetto Melayu if i want.
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