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Dec 2019
He was low flame but Twila was raging fire.
She would **** him so hard that the passion made him cry.
Twila loved to ride him on top.
She was the ******* cream of the crop.
After love making, he would have a silly grin
While she was just getting her second wind.
Written by
Lamar Cole
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