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But she does not have thighs to split apart, And an *** to grab while thrusting. Hips to curve around and bend over, And ******* That overflow And spill Over your firm grasp. A voice that sings your name And a back that rises to meet you As we both reach heaven. As we both reach for air. Falling deeper into warmth And heavy scented Sighs and shutters. She might have you, But my body owns you. Over and over. To the end.
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 5:45 PM UTC
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But she does not have thighs to split apart, And an *** to grab while thrusting. Hips to curve around and bend over, And ******* That overflow And spill Over your firm grasp. A voice that sings your name And a back that rises to meet you As we both reach heaven. As we both reach for air. Falling deeper into warmth And heavy scented Sighs and shutters. She might have you, But my body owns you. Over and over. To the end.
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 5:45 PM UTC
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