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Read your mind, and wrote back. Your body language, crossed the line. Your wet spots, one track. Taking my time, laying you. Face flat, pulling on your hair, head back. Hands spreading your thighs, take that. Two fingers inside, now taste that

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Styles

Published: May 3, 2014
LinesWords: 442

Tags: #poetry #passion #sex #wet #fucking #fingering

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