Najary Polanco

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“Uh, yeah, every night. I don’t sleep with underwear on, so…eat that.” “I’d love to fucking eat you,” he says and pops a piece of cheese in his mouth. “I didn’t say ‘eat me.’ I said ‘eat that.’” “I know. I heard you.”
Till Summer Do Us Part
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