Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Topless Tuesday: Hailey Clauson, 2016

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  1. "Her breasts were naked, for the day was hot,
    Her locks unbound waved in the wanton wind;
    Some deal she sweat, tired with the game you wot,
    Her sweat-drops bright, white, round, like pearls of Ind;
    Her humid eyes a fiery smile forthshot
    That like sunbeams in silver fountains shined,
    O'er him her looks she hung, and her soft breast
    The pillow was, where he and love took rest..."

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