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I love your skin The feel of it against mine. Running my eager hands up and down your sides, it's just the right amount of roughness, masculine and sublime. The color of your skin The smell of it The weight of it Since last we met I just can't get it out of my head.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
Skinful
I love your skin The feel of it against mine. Running my eager hands up and down your sides, it's just the right amount of roughness, masculine and sublime. The color of your skin The smell of it The weight of it Since last we met I just can't get it out of my head.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
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