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Sitting here, wishing she were here, In this chair- on my lap, straddling me. Choker on, wearing a skirt; pink lace thong Hair combed long no shirt on tats; jet black lace her back Gently kissing her neck, she slowly lick her lips, But, the rest is all mine... Her soft skin rubbing against mine goosebumps run up her hand then scatter through her spine Thin ******* turning me on intensely I need her energy immensely Her senses sense me her scent attracts me The rough material of my jeans Rubbing against her **** Buckles your knees I can feel it The more I move the tighter she squeezes it the stare in her eyes is her invitation to my demise; I have arrived. Moaning as she grinds, absorbing all her vibes rubbing herself against my thighs- Leaving her wetness as my prize
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Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 7:42 PM UTC
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Sitting here, wishing she were here, In this chair- on my lap, straddling me. Choker on, wearing a skirt; pink lace thong Hair combed long no shirt on tats; jet black lace her back Gently kissing her neck, she slowly lick her lips, But, the rest is all mine... Her soft skin rubbing against mine goosebumps run up her hand then scatter through her spine Thin ******* turning me on intensely I need her energy immensely Her senses sense me her scent attracts me The rough material of my jeans Rubbing against her **** Buckles your knees I can feel it The more I move the tighter she squeezes it the stare in her eyes is her invitation to my demise; I have arrived. Moaning as she grinds, absorbing all her vibes rubbing herself against my thighs- Leaving her wetness as my prize
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Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 7:42 PM UTC
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