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Nov 13
Your **** is my favorite instrument
Strumming my fingers between your legs
Tuning you up until you’re soaking wet
Strings of your juices collect on my fingers
As you sing that sweet symphony from your lips
I won’t stop playing until the song is over.
Written by
Taÿpen
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