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| Long ago in a far away land, a mysterious misfit wandered on his thunder machine in search of the magical submissive witch who visited him everynight in his dream visions. She was fair of skin, dark of hair and moved with the grace and ease of a dragonfly. She spoke naught but told more with her eyes than most with their mouths. While speachless, her soft wet mouth never failed to bring him great pleasure as did all her lithe, muscular limbs. I search by day and dream by night for the fair one. Perhaps I will discover her here amongst the misfits.
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