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I reached into her sweatpants tight, Fingers brushing ******* light. Her ***** warm, inviting, wet, ******* soaked, no regret. Encouraged by her eager sigh, I slipped my hand and ventured high. Two fingers slid in, smooth and deep, She squirmed, eyes closed, in pleasure's keep. Soft moans escaped her parted lips, Her body arched, her movement trips. She whispered love, her need so clear, In that moment, nothing to fear. Her voice filled with lustful plea, Our rhythm set in ecstasy. In the moonlit woods, shadows dance, Lost in our ****** trance. Her *** running down his hand as it stains her pants.
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Jun 2, 2024
Jun 2, 2024 at 1:55 PM UTC
Ecstasy's Touch
I reached into her sweatpants tight, Fingers brushing ******* light. Her ***** warm, inviting, wet, ******* soaked, no regret. Encouraged by her eager sigh, I slipped my hand and ventured high. Two fingers slid in, smooth and deep, She squirmed, eyes closed, in pleasure's keep. Soft moans escaped her parted lips, Her body arched, her movement trips. She whispered love, her need so clear, In that moment, nothing to fear. Her voice filled with lustful plea, Our rhythm set in ecstasy. In the moonlit woods, shadows dance, Lost in our ****** trance. Her *** running down his hand as it stains her pants.
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Jun 2, 2024
Jun 2, 2024 at 1:55 PM UTC
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