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People are nothing more than a blur of genitalia, gasps, groans, grunts, g-spots to savor, then scrap. The Catch is a rehearsed routine, catcalls turned to cat scratches and long blonde hairs stuck to his lapel; his wife will make **** sure he'll repent. Lip bites and ***** licks, the high leaves long breaths escaping quenched lips. **** falling for you, I'd rather **** you and leave standing up straight
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Hypersexual
People are nothing more than a blur of genitalia, gasps, groans, grunts, g-spots to savor, then scrap. The Catch is a rehearsed routine, catcalls turned to cat scratches and long blonde hairs stuck to his lapel; his wife will make **** sure he'll repent. Lip bites and ***** licks, the high leaves long breaths escaping quenched lips. **** falling for you, I'd rather **** you and leave standing up straight
emilyw
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
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