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Dec 8
His tongue moves slow, with a purpose so sweet,
Circling her pearl, where desire and heat meet.
Inhales her scent, her arousal laid bare,
Each stroke of his tongue is a lover’s affair.

Every flick, every taste, ignites her, to invite in inside,
A symphony of pleasure and desire waiting to collide.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   DENNY R ALLISON and Emma
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