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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Popsicle Tarts of the Frozen North!

As she waited naked and chained to the bench in the freezing cold, the gag stifling her cries for help, desperately hoping the Mounties would rescue her in time, she imagined that her nipples had become so hard they would leave dents in the boards if she laid down.

Image: Second Life strikes again.

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