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Jun 2
The in the dark corner, we are hidden away,
I reached into her sweatpants, sway.
Her G-string *******, pulled out the way.
Fingers brushed her flesh thin,
Heat radiating from within.

Her *****, warm and wet, replied,
******* soaked, no secrets to hide.
Hand slipped in, fingers slide,
She squirmed, eyes closed, open wide.

Moans soft, breath heavy, need profound,
Her voice a whisper, a lustful sound.
Lips parting, body tense,
Lost in raw, electric sense.

Each touch a spark, a flame ignites,
In the darkness, pleasure lights.
Her whispered love, a gentle plea,
Bound together, wild and free.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   DENNY R ALLISON
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