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Nov 2020
Curly hair
That I like to play
Chocolate eyes
That melts me when it stares

Hot kisses
That I love to reminisce
Rough touches
That makes me wet

Ohh dear,
You're dangerous to my system
You scares me
But playing with you makes me alive
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Sin  22/F
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