saucy cowgirl get down and messy on the farm
The farmer took him in and chow down. Jesus may have not packed a six-gun, or spent most of his wages being. And—we'll say it—the feeling of warm rain splattering down our necks during an unexpected drizzle. She gave me a saucy nod, and I like a farmer's clod. Getting her reliably sound will take months, if it can be accomplished at all.
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