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Nov 2014
I can feel your delicate hands
slide up and down my spine
just the way I like.

You kiss my neck
and **** on my ear
waiting until I give in a little.

I pull at your hip
and grind while you moan
I'm just so **** happy that you're home.

You lay me on my back
and take off my shirt
and I finally see that smile and I no longer hurt.
We all know what I want right now.
Ashleigh Black
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Ashleigh Black  27/F/Owosso, Michigan
(27/F/Owosso, Michigan)   
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