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As I step into the shower stream the water trickles down my body Thinking of our last encounter I’m ready to get naughty. I close my eyes and imagine that you’re here My body responds with chills as if you were near. I imagine that you lips and hands replace the constant stream, With your mouth kissing my neck and your fingers caressing my **** makes me want to scream. The moisture is increasing by the second The more you kiss and rub the more my ****** beckons. I arch my neck and by back You bite down on my neck and give my *** a smack. One deep breath and a bite of my bottom lip, I let loose and all this moisture started to drip.
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
Moisture
As I step into the shower stream the water trickles down my body Thinking of our last encounter I’m ready to get naughty. I close my eyes and imagine that you’re here My body responds with chills as if you were near. I imagine that you lips and hands replace the constant stream, With your mouth kissing my neck and your fingers caressing my **** makes me want to scream. The moisture is increasing by the second The more you kiss and rub the more my ****** beckons. I arch my neck and by back You bite down on my neck and give my *** a smack. One deep breath and a bite of my bottom lip, I let loose and all this moisture started to drip.
for him...
chianta-sheffield-grant
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
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