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smooth, sweaty hips fingers prying at fatty flesh *leans, her ******* on my hair* licking her stomach, salt droplets drip fingers slide into her, warm flesh fibers rip moaning, moaning the stars widens her base, toes spread pull fingers out, into mouth tastes like the dead
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
My Seventh Poem
smooth, sweaty hips fingers prying at fatty flesh *leans, her ******* on my hair* licking her stomach, salt droplets drip fingers slide into her, warm flesh fibers rip moaning, moaning the stars widens her base, toes spread pull fingers out, into mouth tastes like the dead
bryce-hellion-christiansen
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
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