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Jul 2019
The gentleman spoke to her as his lips translated this thoughts into her warming body.

He whispered, 'it was a pleasure speaking with your skin'.

But, I must say, your curvaceousness left me utterly speechless.

If I may, I would like to take my time, until my lips can find the right words to convey how good you taste.
A Touch Of Poetry
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A Touch Of Poetry  36/M/NYC
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