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| | Fantasy Messages - The Tonya Harding Website (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-13) |
 | | There she was, Tonya Harding, lying on wet grass, rain falling over her naked body, running down dark blonde pussy hair, running in tiny rivers down her legs. |
 | | I looked at Tonya's face, her eyes closed, that famous stubborn, independent face, her naked body, knowing that I was inside her, having her all to myself, fucking Tonya Harding. |
 | | Tonya Harding stood before me on the tiny hidden beach completely naked her bikini top and bottom crumpled into a small pile on the crystal sand beside her. |
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