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May 2016
My request and desire
Was for you to use my face as a seat
An insatiable hunger
Your southern lips
I wanted to eat

Tongue flat against your flower
Taking my ability to breathe away
I have given you the power

As things get more intense
I put my tongue inside
You pull my hair and push
My face you begin to ride

Your sweet nectar is flowing like a river
I can feel your thick juices
Running down the sides of my face
Pressing hard, you begin to quiver

Pleasure maxed, I push into you
Feeling your release
Brings me satisfaction too

When we are through
You taste yourself as you bite my lip
Into sated sleep we safely slip
The Wanderer
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The Wanderer
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     Lora Lee, SR Millan, Amy Perry, unknown, --- and 2 others
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