The year was 1883, and I was a woman well ahead of my time.
I was a woman that loved the sinister, wicked ways of the flesh.
I guess that?s why I decided to take that train down to Dodge City back then, and as fate would have it, spend some hot, steamy, domineering time breaking that untamed cowboy, derailing him from reality, three days of hot, perverted, ungodly sex on a train ride of sexually perverted Pleasures...
La Muerte Escarlata
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