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Jun 2014
Naughty Lil Miss Fit,
Let me be your despot.
Makin sure it all fits.
Dress, you up; then out-fits.
Kiss you until your lips stick,
You're so wet; your lipstick.
Love sick, over your thick lips.
You Luvin, when I move like this,
Between your lips; you’re so slick.
With every lick; you ****,
I lick, you move your tongue,
In spite of it, I bite,
For fun. Then, you, follow it.
Now, I’m *******,
trying to swallow it.
Love your touch, but
I need your lips; as
your lips; need my kiss.
miss
Styles
Written by
Styles  NYC
(NYC)   
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