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
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
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