Just hold on Sarah

My poor Sarah, having nearly given up all hope by a once dying romance to a guy as
lovingly affectionate as if chasing bad dreams in a nightmare of loss hope. Until
this awakening vision having given her a passion intuitive vision, with you now squeezing
his heart repeatedly while quickly gaining the upper victory to a man once but a
two-face charmer of many broken promises; now your sexy bedroom sweetheart
partner. How a few shed tears make such a difference in his yesterday's
promiscuous lifestyle.

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