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Apr 2021
We sit in your whip
Talking some deep ****
I see your eyes on me
I feel my heartbeat skip

Your lips are drenched in steam
Your skin tempts me to do things to you
That will leave me feeling so moved
You put your hands on my neck

And start to caress me
****, you’re kissing my spot
You won’t stop
It’s getting hot

I think I need to cop a shot of Alize
To relax into the thrill
You’re feeling my thighs
I’m beginning to enjoy the ride

You kiss my strawberry-flavored lips
You’re reaching under my skirt
I’m pulling off your shirt
You’re unbuttoning my blouse
To ******* flowery breast

I pull you in closer
You glide your tongue
On my pearls
I sift deeper into your world
You serve me your deliciousness

We enter ecstasy
Feeling overheated temperatures
Feeling explosive reactions
To the passion that we embark upon
Still yearning for more ***
Travis Green
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Travis Green  30/M/Middlesex, NC
(30/M/Middlesex, NC)   
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