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A Steamy Romantic Encounter


Damn. How hot you are.

Baby, I want to put you in my mouth

Pretty soon, you’ll be ‘bout two feet south.

See, It's only you and me at this here bar.

We have a connection.

You can say it’s a gut feeling.

Your bitchin’ buns got me reeling

in an agonizin’ hungry conniption.

No time for my place. Here then?

I know i’m vegetarian. I still want your meat.

What’s this? Swiss? That’s sweet.

So what do you say Miss Reuben?

Will you get in my tummy?

Please do. You look hella yummy.

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