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Jun 3
Ate
I gazed upon her, ******* cast away,
Her thick hips swaying, a tantalizing display.
Each garment she shed, an invitation to sin,
My anticipation surged, aching to begin.

With deliberate grace, she unveiled her form,
My desire ignited, a feverish storm.
The sweet scent of her essence, a delicate tease,
Tickled my senses, brought me to my knees.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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