Upon delivery, Shauna trembled like a squirrel, gulped nervously a dozen times, and her eyes went as wide as a barn owl. She sank to her knees, put a hand under her skirt, pulled her knickers to one side, and stroked her smooth-shaven twat as she recited a prayer:
"Taylor Swift, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily shave, and forgive hairy sluts who obviously have fake blond hair when they have a thatch of black pubes. And lead us not into temptation to let hair grow on our vaginas, and deliver us from evil. Amen."
Damn nice cover version of The Lord's Prayer, isn't it? She'll send you an mp3 of herself reciting it....FOR A FIVERRRRRRR.
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