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One of the gigs I had working my way through school was as a cook. We had a salad girl working there who was simply the most delicious dish in the place. She had that sweet and innocent look going on for her, but in reality she was kinky as hell. When she knew that nobody but me was looking, she’d stand there and give head to a carrot, or tit-fuck herself with an ear of corn. She could tie knots in a cherry stem with her tongue good enough to make a sailor jealous, too.
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