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Jul 2014
So she touched me in a way that I will never forget. Such a tease. She wore a short dress, with no *******. High heels, with even higher hips. Beautiful legs, that never seemed to end. Baby blue eyes, that blew me away, and the way she moved her lips, when she was saying my name; turned me on and drove me absolutely crazy. Breaking my heart; it isn't easy. Her lips had a way of saying please; and it pleased me. She down on her knees, telling me, that she needs me. Giving her a hard time, cause nothing comes easy. Giving is receiving, so I take my time, taking it easy.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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