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Sep 2017
My fingers running through your hair,
Hearing quiet moans as I kiss your lips.
Each ****** is a new noise escaping your beautiful soft lips,
I can not get enough of you,
of this lust between us.
Tanisha
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Tanisha  16/F/Lost in an abyss
(16/F/Lost in an abyss)   
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