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Sep 2014
On your stomach lying flat.
Mounting you,
from the back.
Pulling your hair,
you react by pulling back.
Kissing your lips,
Tongue in your mouth
Rolling your hips,
Sealed it with a kiss.
Your waist dips.
I embrace it.
Dripping wet,
swollen lips,
Iā€™m feeling it.
Caressing your *******.
Your back against my chest
Your legs together,
Between mine,
intertwined,
we grind.
Pushing my luck,
Just a matter of time.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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