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JhirSont
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I slip down the looping slopes of your curly hair. Just when I think I'll stop, the curve of your scented mane flips me upside down. I shout with happiness, like a child in an amusent park. I walk, I roam, I run- I travel through every path of your soft, black hair. And when the ride ends, I'm already crazy to slip again.
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Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 5:32 PM UTC
JhirSont
Ride on the Curly Hair
I slip down the looping slopes of your curly hair. Just when I think I'll stop, the curve of your scented mane flips me upside down. I shout with happiness, like a child in an amusent park. I walk, I roam, I run- I travel through every path of your soft, black hair. And when the ride ends, I'm already crazy to slip again.
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