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It was dark and I was scared But you comforted me, so I felt prepared. Nothing else to see, I was no longer me; Rampant and ravenous, we got down to it. Nervously lifting blouses whilst you undid my trousers, Soft hands and gentle eyes, you asked me gently, to kiss your thighs. Furtively, you blew my sails and I struggled on despite the gale Until finally, ultimately, coming short. Adrift at sea, poor abandoned me. Exhausted and useless thinking that it's a shame your not toothless. But I suppose fair's fair so I'd better lick your derriere
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
Nervously Lifting Blouses
It was dark and I was scared But you comforted me, so I felt prepared. Nothing else to see, I was no longer me; Rampant and ravenous, we got down to it. Nervously lifting blouses whilst you undid my trousers, Soft hands and gentle eyes, you asked me gently, to kiss your thighs. Furtively, you blew my sails and I struggled on despite the gale Until finally, ultimately, coming short. Adrift at sea, poor abandoned me. Exhausted and useless thinking that it's a shame your not toothless. But I suppose fair's fair so I'd better lick your derriere
tom-h-k
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
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