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Aug 2017
Her lips were plump like red cherries
When she licked them her tongue brushed through them like silk
My mouth picked up her fallen stems from the floor
My mind objected to the marriage  
but in that hot moment
my tongue and her tongue tied the knot.
Lady K Milla
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Lady K Milla  35/F/LA
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