You say, "I wish I was Katrina, the hot Russia emigre." and black out. You wake up and look around. Boxes are strewn across the room, and you are on a couch facing a new T.V. set. You see a full sized mirror in a bedroom as you walk upstairs and see that you are the hot Katrina, a brunette who has a nice tan complexion, perky B-cup boobs and an ass to die for. You decide this will be fun and decide to....
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