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Sep 2014
She had some many weak spots; between her legs, on her chest, in her mind. Getting in her head, not wasting time.  Teasing one of her spots, connecting all of her dots, she's going into shock.

Taking my time. Finding each one, blowing her mind. Some much fun. Our hands all over her body, I'm her guide. Finding her pleasures, it's a pleasure of mine. Our bodies came together, within our confines. Sharing *******; giving her a piece of mine. Things got rough, she didn't mind. Handful of her hair, her tender *****.

******* over there, still on the chair. Legs in the air, breathing heavy in my ear. Hot flashes every where; her clothes just disappear. Went from kissing her lips; to licking down there. Hands on, I like it down here. Her elbows on the bed, my head between her legs, spread-- my tongue doing, everything she said, the writings on her walls, and I'm well read.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Samantha
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