I would lust her in a house, by a mouse, with a fox in a box, and all that nonsense. I would lust Mellisa Clarke anywhere. Including by a garden gate, where she's providing yet another magnificent slow undressing and reveal of her hot alt brunette topped form, one bodacious natural body, and just oodles and oodles of sextastic. Now, I borrow the term 'oodles and oodles' from my grandmother, who I assure you never meant it to be followed by a descriptive of a hot nekkid girl, but, then, granny never feasted her eyes upon Mellisa Clarke, as I do many days of the month, the days I like to call 'the best effin' days of the month'.
Mellisa Clarke makes me want to paint the side of a mountain or get 75,000 of my Korean friends together in a stadium to synchronize-flip colored cards that would depict a picture of me on the ground in front of Mellisa begging her to let me nibble on her left ear. Sadly, I only have one Korean friend, so I'm a bit short. But I will think of something not quite Van Gogh like to get Mellisa's attention soon. She is so damn hot.
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