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Feb 2022
Rubbing her *****,
through her tight yoga pants,
Her slit, split perfectly by the seam,
at first my glance.

Finger tips,
slips-n-slides,
methodicallyΒ over her ****.
I can feel the bump,
as my finger humps,
over the fabric,
her wetness,
is lavish.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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