Jealousy Blues. I love Paula, she is Irish, had Small tits that fitted perfectly Into my cupped hands. I used to wake up at night and Kiss her nipples erect, till she Stirred and smiled in her dream. Paula wasn't happy wanted a bust Like Pamela Anderson, borrowed Money and had an implant. Left me, she did, for a bodybuilder With muscular arms and hands Bigger than a walrus's flippers. A perfect couple walking hand in Hand on my summer beach kicking Sand in my face.Birth sign: Scorpio
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