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Near had to have m'heart restarted after afixing mine good eye upon the savory jewel that IS our
lovely Leia in Ewok Jungle Fever attire. They may o' been too cute and cuddly, but those bears knew how to fashion some might
righteous threads. Props to the 'woks for sewin' up a this hot little number and
havin' the good sense to drape it across the woman of our dreams.In the harsh jungle you 'jes know it's about survival o' the finest, right? Few ladies have the sort of wardrobe that allow a gal to go gallivantin' round the underbrush (cappin' biker scouts, takin' names) and still retain a sublime savoir faire befitting of royalty. Snug around that delicate waist, loose about the milky smoooth legs, and easy on the eyes - this tan ensemble is cut to make the most of that womanly form... Four Colts for Jane to my Tarzan. The Jaime Sommers
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 Chalk up one hat-trick to the Hardest Workin' Brother in
Soul Business - three sultry Leia reviews stacked upon one funother not unlike the way th'
Imperial Man hath stacked the cards against the Rebellious Brotherhood, y'know?Behold the Jenny Jones Make-Over Leia. Original Leia bein' accursed with a Face only a Gammorean could love (as in: if ugly were girders she coulda built a third Death Star), something had to be done. Enter Jenny Jones and her personal make-up art-teest Earl. With the assistounce of some tweezers, blush and an industrial belt sander, the simian-larva that was once Original Leia hath emerged a stunning butterfly of a figurette. Adieu drab, ill-fitting vestments of old. Adieu swarthy cowboy legs. Adieu frightening muzzle. Greetings entrancing visage. Greetings pulchritudinal flowing-silken gown. Greetings Mrs. LSilky. Four Colts for our transmogrified Duchess of Earl
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Four Colts for cold nights with warm royalty
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 You Wall Street Funknancial Advisor
has recently invested in twelve inches of some lavender laced long-legged Princess, and
wise investment it was...Take stock of that balmy bantam belly button atop a satin tummy poured into a tin foil bikini and slow roasted to a savory perfection. Mmmm-mm! Home cooking from th' Sovereign House o' Groove, baby! Two portions, a side of corn, and plenty of room for dessert, y'dig? Baby comes finely wrapped in a dapper gold-lined silken cape, Wonder Woman wrist bands, and posh slippers. Regal threads indeed for a royal beauty. Four Colts for my little indentured servant of passion
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Your
taun-taun broke down two clicks back and, being the survivor that you are (eye o' the
tiger Rock - the edge!), you cruise down to th' hidden base pedestrian-style. After a
journey like that wouldn't a roarin' fire, nice cup o' cocoa (decked with them tiny
marshmallows), and a pair of socks right out th' dryer sound good? Damn straight. That is
what it is to own a Hothian Princess Leia.