Dear Niner,
The milk in my titties is for you.
My pit bull is having puppies they are all for you.
The moon is not real.
I sometimes jack my meat to Battle of the Bods.
I love the CFI369.
I will fuck you in the alley of your choice.
I often smell my armpits when no one is looking.
Please everyone grease my pole.
Love,
Kayla
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