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# *She makes love to him with words spilling ink of passion on paper. She creates the sensual mood with each stroke of her pen splattered on the sheets. She caresses his flesh in every love letter. She kisses up and down his length in sentences and prose. She tastes all his masculine scent without ever speaking a word. She bites his lip and tilts her hips in between the lines. She paints a picture that makes him hard  for his release and it only took her mind.* #
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
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# *She makes love to him with words spilling ink of passion on paper. She creates the sensual mood with each stroke of her pen splattered on the sheets. She caresses his flesh in every love letter. She kisses up and down his length in sentences and prose. She tastes all his masculine scent without ever speaking a word. She bites his lip and tilts her hips in between the lines. She paints a picture that makes him hard  for his release and it only took her mind.* #
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
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