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Apr 2020
I wanna sit on it
My insides are craving it
Long hard and thick
The way it separates my lips
I can’t hold it in
The grip of your **** is like a drug
When it’s not penetrating my soul
I’m wishing it was
When your not arching my back
I’m wishing you were
Behind me as my *** claps
The deeper you go
The crazier I become
I love it when I feel your hardness grow on my back
I know it’s time to get satisfied
Feet flat on the bed
Let me ride
Full access to the path you want
You’re in control it’s yours have fun
A ride you’ll never forget
A way to escape the physical way to vent
Unload your problems deep inside me
Let me carry your loads
Coming down from this high
This is your prize, I’m sold!
Letitia Adair
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Letitia Adair  27/F/Charlotte NC
(27/F/Charlotte NC)   
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