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Built for Pleasure

Welcome back, Camille! Final time u were here, you had a cake with u.

“[Laughs.] Oh, chap. Yes, I did. I was telling you boys that I wanted u to beat my cakes up. I remember. It was the January ’11 issue. Now I am back to say, ‘Eat my cake!'”

And by your cake u mean eat…

“I mean that a smooth operator should pull down my briefs and pull my gazoo open and bury his tongue in my ass. That’s what I mean by eat my cake. Salad tossing. I love boyz who are into that. The kind of dudes that wish me to park my overweight wazoo on their faces and ride ’em until I cum. Chaps who want to be smothered by my booty, these are the dudes who really eat bawdy cleft well.”

Is that why you’re all oiled up? To sit on a face?

“Well, I’m oiled up so that I can receive my thighs and booty massaged by a pair of powerful hands. I completely adore hands all over my body. When a rub-down can lead to sex, it is my favourite. That is the foremost of both worlds.”

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