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Jan 2016
I can't keep my hands to myself when it comes to you. Your touch, your laugh and the way you kiss my hips. Your grip on my *** while your kiss me down my neck & the way you bite your lip. The way you pull me closer and the way you push me against the wall while and kiss me while everyone's watching.
Jamie Morrison
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Jamie Morrison  Cape Town
(Cape Town)   
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