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Jun 2014
He slid his fingers against my lips, and took full control of my hips.
then forced, his way past my the tip, his lips,
entered my mouth. I
can still taste,
his lips;
Sprung.


I found myself enjoying the mixture of the fruit and his flesh against my tongue. delighted every part of everyone, he teased me for,
his is fun. I was done, the
moment he begun.
Iā€™m his;
One.


To be used  by his hands; each other. Working his fingers between my legs, sliding in and out of my body, like I was his. kneading me;
with his mouth; the sensation, pleasing.
Iā€™m eager to satisfy.
Need him;
Come.
finished
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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