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the rapid fire of electric pragmatic wonderful heavy breath on my neck ears lips hands gripping groping teasing hips pushing thrusting grinding chest pressing holding panting lips ******* biting kissing oh but his eyes they were fixed on me the whole time.
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
oh but his eyes
the rapid fire of electric pragmatic wonderful heavy breath on my neck ears lips hands gripping groping teasing hips pushing thrusting grinding chest pressing holding panting lips ******* biting kissing oh but his eyes they were fixed on me the whole time.
apparently I'm an old soul, but I think this is young love.
miss-ana
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
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