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As I watch you sleep, you wonder through vivid dreams, This must be the reason for your kicking and muted screams. As you slept, I held you so tightly, even though your naked body excites, Which is a blessing on cold winter nights. But as morning creeps in and the light starts to begin, I create with a tiny lick, the most arousing sensation. And as her vestigial legs slide so easily, I being the lovers embrace, Bathing in her ocean of taste, great emotion fills her face. "Oh, I am sorry sweetie, did I wake".... "oh no my dear, I did not want an oversight, For a wish or a dream in the night, a touch so softly, there is no fight. I figured I would stir you in the seeking of a snack, But don't you worry a little bit, just relax and lay right back For there is no greater act, then to lick our passionate parts so sweetly, In between your thighs, while I drive my tongue so deeply. But what I do with my tongue at midnight, when there is no one around to hear the yells, I would go into more detail, but a gentlemen never tells!
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Watching you sleep, my love...
As I watch you sleep, you wonder through vivid dreams, This must be the reason for your kicking and muted screams. As you slept, I held you so tightly, even though your naked body excites, Which is a blessing on cold winter nights. But as morning creeps in and the light starts to begin, I create with a tiny lick, the most arousing sensation. And as her vestigial legs slide so easily, I being the lovers embrace, Bathing in her ocean of taste, great emotion fills her face. "Oh, I am sorry sweetie, did I wake".... "oh no my dear, I did not want an oversight, For a wish or a dream in the night, a touch so softly, there is no fight. I figured I would stir you in the seeking of a snack, But don't you worry a little bit, just relax and lay right back For there is no greater act, then to lick our passionate parts so sweetly, In between your thighs, while I drive my tongue so deeply. But what I do with my tongue at midnight, when there is no one around to hear the yells, I would go into more detail, but a gentlemen never tells!
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
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