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Roes of beauty packed in frame A sizzling body that makes insane Ways so **** I barely wade Hey, I stay, but never bade Waist to hold, a pose to wear Your gentle ******* cushions my chest When I lean, your lips lay bare Inviting me to mate me there The wine is brewed, very satisfying With gaze in eyes that glow ablaze Oh, how I love her, don't you say Hope I get, a chance to taste Nigh and high, Victory voice's calls It soothes so well, I feel the love When she's not there, it makes me bored So wrestle I, till she rests on me
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May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC
The Beauty of Victory
Roes of beauty packed in frame A sizzling body that makes insane Ways so **** I barely wade Hey, I stay, but never bade Waist to hold, a pose to wear Your gentle ******* cushions my chest When I lean, your lips lay bare Inviting me to mate me there The wine is brewed, very satisfying With gaze in eyes that glow ablaze Oh, how I love her, don't you say Hope I get, a chance to taste Nigh and high, Victory voice's calls It soothes so well, I feel the love When she's not there, it makes me bored So wrestle I, till she rests on me
Victory may be a person or someone you greatly cherish
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May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC
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