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Mar 2021
Foreplay
She slid my hands through her thighs and wishpered, " Your parchment, your pen, now write that poetry as our lips moisten sippin on each others words.”
Niranjan
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Niranjan  24/M/India
(24/M/India)   
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   Imran Islam and Jonas
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