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Mar 2021
I want to let the folds
of your flesh
mesh with my flesh  
as we lay abreast
making love
like we are having ***
fingernails pressed
against my chest
the slower I go
the wetter it gets
the deeper I go
the better it gets.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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