

Daphne wins a prizeDaphne was a young executive on her way up the corporate ladder. She was a blonde bombshell used to getting her own way and it showed. Years of indulgence had a real impact on her figure, rounding out her thighs and piling inches onto her bustline so that she sported a wildly voluptuous figure. She looked every inch the sexpot, even in her demure gray business attire. Her tight gray pencil skirt hugged her meaty hips tightly; when she crossed her legs with the slight soft zipping noise of nylons sliding against one another, the stitches down the sides looked ready to split. Her snug gray jacket andDaphne wins a prize
Morrigan again
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I am the one who has seen the unseen, one who has lived for a time beyond measuring. Only I have seen and remember the rise and fall of empires, I am the one who is undying and is denied the breath of heaven and the damnation of hell.
I am Zewhatcher
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The artist stands in the harshest position of his own art, right above it and inside of it all at once. So while othes look up and see the final product, they can only look down on their own works and view the insides that hold it.
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Fart and be noticed.
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