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My focus, pays attention, to the tension, as I plays with your mind, pulling on the cords between your legs, playing game like Syman says; the temptation building in your eyes, I can sense it from a mile, touching on your lips with my lips, as our bodies form allies -- burying my fingers deep inside, your opulence is my wine. pleasuring your body with my mind, using one finger at a time, your mind wonders -- as the ****** climbs. painting visions of pleasure, tingling between your thighs, force your mind to cross the line.
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
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My focus, pays attention, to the tension, as I plays with your mind, pulling on the cords between your legs, playing game like Syman says; the temptation building in your eyes, I can sense it from a mile, touching on your lips with my lips, as our bodies form allies -- burying my fingers deep inside, your opulence is my wine. pleasuring your body with my mind, using one finger at a time, your mind wonders -- as the ****** climbs. painting visions of pleasure, tingling between your thighs, force your mind to cross the line.
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Dec 19, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
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