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belinda bloomanthor switched off her car radio that was playing the timeless pipes of peace. She exuded festive cheer in the most sexual of senses, which is naked and iras toe blanket,. Like a fleece blanket, she was sexually shrouded in a bejewelled hood of ruby red fake stones. Her face was smeared with a special type of aseline style make up, which gave her a hazy, dreamy look of christmas.