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Feb 2016
My lover, prettiest around.
holding her up, as I tongue her down.
I need her as much as I want her now.
my **** lover, even better than I make it sound.
And when she gives me sum.
I can feel her heart beat.
until she ****, her toes curl like they're feet
feeling so much passion , our bodies in heat
my body going numb,
her treat is too sweet
my hands all over her
so soft she makes me weak
her body all over me
her physique shrouded
with mystique her style
so unique.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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