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Jul 2014
You felt so perfect, as you dripped, from your lips; are the softest, my fingers slip, up-n-down, the sides of it. Both touched, off the topic; their taste still lingers on my upper lip; the fragrance alone, makes me want to take another sip. Roses are red; but I wish the smelled like this...The feeling of your warmth; coiled around my lips; my tongue tied, then a zig-zags; the finish came with a twist. So turned on; from - ******* on your lips, each kiss, teasing you- we are both so slick; follow it, another slow lick: as I notice. I love the - feeling of this, and moments like this; its best we permanently address the issue; for easier access: I'll seal it with a kiss.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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