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>besty was there in a large wooden caged crate.
Sure, you go to a hotel with your friend's little daughter in a wooden crate but I'M the pervert who needs to be killed...

>A little girl came up to me, we're still being bombed, and said, "will you be my daddy? Can I sit on your lap?" How could I say no, we're in the middle of active combat. She has crystal blue eyes and freckles. Then she sat on my lap facing me and hugged me. She was very warm and soft. I thought, I guess I'll have to take her with me.
Sure, why not have TWO lolis in a dream to cuddle with?

>Gwen is one of them and I go to her. I caress her up and down, take off her cloths and we have sex on a table, full penetration. She loves it.
Sure, why not have hot sex with your tupper on top of all that?

>maybe a Russian invasion wouldn't be so bad...
Ok, I'm outta here