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Mar 25
*** in her eyes,
ripped stocking on her thighs
g-string, tied tight,
satin, hugging her tight lines
feeling her body
the hands don't lie
her body language feeling my vibe
her wavelength, got our signals tied
From kissing her lips
I can read her mind
her mouth is dry
While I pull her ******* to the side
stick my thumb inside
then my tongue
now she's so wet
if I slip,
I'll slide
This works either way depending which way you start.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   DENNY R ALLISON
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