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border-bottom:thin #ccc solid;">Wanna get more <strong>“lip-love”</strong> on your man-parts from your wife, girlfriend... or ANY girl you meet?<br />
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Even if she’s the “good girl” type?<br />
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It’s not hard and it doesn’t involve any pickup “voodoo,” buying her presents, checking off chores from the “honey do” list...<br />
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Or any other of the dozens of things men do to get ladies to go “downtown.”<br />
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<strong>Just Ask Christina (Not Safe For Work)</strong><br />
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See, for every lucky bastard getting serviced like a king on a nightly basis...<br />
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There are probably 100 poor saps struggling to get one half-hearted “birthday blowie” in a year...<br />
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Even if they’re married or in a committed relationship.<br />
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Wonder why?<br />
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It turns out there are 3 proven psychological triggers that tap into a woman’s <strong>“oral obsession”</strong>...<br />
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These powerful triggers light up her fantasies, unleash her erotic imagination, and make her not just willing...<br />
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... but eager to get on her knees, slowly unzip your pants, and take your hot, hard manhood ALL the way into her mouth...<br />
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While she gazes seductively up at you, flutters over your shaft, and even swallows every last drop of your release!<br />
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Skeptical?<br />
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I don’t blame you... but you’ve gotta check out what Christina has to say on the subject:<br />
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<strong><a href="http://madalbro.today/iqElZeVkSoygzt8qcg4_f2uKCelVux59RVfhiYnQm6g4hxA">Gorgeous Girl Shares How To Trigger Any Woman’s “Oral Obsession”</a></strong><br />
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I guarantee it will open your eyes!<br />
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Talk soon,<br />
Stephen</td>
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<p style="color:#ffffff;"><span class="title_Wiggins" style=" color:#FFFFFF;">Then they all grew very sad; and Gub-Gub, the pig, began to cry. But Chee-Chee said he would spank him if he didn't stop that horrible noise; and he kept quiet. "Are we all here?" asked the Doctor, after he had got used to the dim light. "Yes, I think so," said the duck and started to count them. "Where's Polynesia?" asked the crocodile. "She isn't here." "Are you sure?" said the Doctor. "Look again. Polynesia! Polynesia! Where are you?" </span><br />
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<span class="title_Wiggins" style=" color:#FFFFFF;">"I suppose she escaped," grumbled the crocodile. "Well, that's just like her!—Sneaked off into the jungle as soon as her friends got into trouble." "I'm not that kind of a bird," said the parrot, climbing out of the pocket in the tail of the Doctor's coat. "You see, I'm small enough to get through the bars of that window; and I was afraid they would put me in a cage instead. So while the King was busy talking, I hid in the Doctor's pocket—and here I am! That's what you call a 'ruse,'" she said, smoothing down her feathers with her beak. "Good Gracious!" cried the Doctor. "You're lucky I didn't sit on you." </span><br />
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<span class="title_Wiggins" style=" color:#FFFFFF;">"Now listen," said Polynesia, "to-night, as soon as it gets dark, I am going to creep through the bars of that window and fly over to the palace. And then—you'll see—I'll soon find a way to make the King let us all out of prison." "Oh, what can YOU do?" said Gub-Gub, turning up his nose and beginning to cry again. "You're only a bird!" "Quite true," said the parrot. "But do not forget that although I am only a bird, I CAN TALK LIKE A MAN—and I know these people." </span><br />
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