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Naughty Lil Miss Fit, Let me be your despot. Makin sure it all fits. Dress, you up; then out-fits. Kiss you until your lips stick, You're so wet; your lipstick. Love sick, over your thick lips. You Luvin, when I move like this, Between your lips; you’re so slick. With every lick; you **** I lick, you move your tongue, In spite of it, I bite, For fun. Then, you, follow it. Now, I’m ******* trying to swallow it. Love your touch, but I need your lips; as your lips; need my kiss.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
Miss Fit
Naughty Lil Miss Fit, Let me be your despot. Makin sure it all fits. Dress, you up; then out-fits. Kiss you until your lips stick, You're so wet; your lipstick. Love sick, over your thick lips. You Luvin, when I move like this, Between your lips; you’re so slick. With every lick; you **** I lick, you move your tongue, In spite of it, I bite, For fun. Then, you, follow it. Now, I’m ******* trying to swallow it. Love your touch, but I need your lips; as your lips; need my kiss.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
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