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Nov 10
911
Lipstick red, your massive hips
bulge above supple feet.
My finger gently tracing
their obscene curve,
I palpitate at the
pulsing
power
perched
between those thick thighs.
I eagerly enter
you.
You
firmly cup my tensing buttocks.
My foot plunges into your pedal
and we erupt together.
Are we coming?
Or going?
Skylark 12
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Skylark 12  56/M
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