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Dec 2018
your hands on my hips so firm
while we aggressively kiss
hungry for each other
you bite my lower lip
oh master, you look so celestial
your black, leather belt
on my soft, pale neck
please, tighten it up
take me to that high
drive me crazy
whip me up and call me out
punish your ***** littleΒ Β s l u t
for being such aΒ Β b r a t.
Written by
Noelis  F
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