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Apr 11
Her
naughty secrets.
She never,
keeps them private.

The lust,
the thirst,
the desperate
urge to ride it.

Her wetness,
drooling down her leg.
She smiles.

Now,
her legs,
divided.

Such a
beautiful sight,
provided.

She wants it -
so badly;
her body
can’t hide it.

I want it.
So badly.
I lick my lips,
as I,
slide inside it.

Her wet *****,
so warm,
her moans,
as I pump,
she grinds it.

Three fingers,
make her ***.
And when I use my tongue,
the eruption inside,
coincides,
between her thighs.

Now her stockings
have a run.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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