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As you lay there short hair deep eyes wide hips parted thighs *** on my breath with hunger in your eyes your fingers dig in as my tongue glides Your toes curl up As my tongue slides the warmth of my whisper warms your insides contact drunk off our vibes rolling my tongue over your prize gliding my lips against your thighs three fingers slips one finger slides the taste of your flavor is divine filling your mouth with mine the small of your back inclines the sensations divine goosebumps form a trail my fingers follow the lines
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Hunger Games
As you lay there short hair deep eyes wide hips parted thighs *** on my breath with hunger in your eyes your fingers dig in as my tongue glides Your toes curl up As my tongue slides the warmth of my whisper warms your insides contact drunk off our vibes rolling my tongue over your prize gliding my lips against your thighs three fingers slips one finger slides the taste of your flavor is divine filling your mouth with mine the small of your back inclines the sensations divine goosebumps form a trail my fingers follow the lines
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
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