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Nov 2014
Divid the legs n open the lips that do not speak.
Look really deep
Beyond the pink

It's The wetness n the heat.
The tightness n where it meets.
Or Is it the throbing pulse that u seek.
Maybe u should **** me n see
Pull out n ****** it in me
Give me all u got but please....
Don't forget to turn me over n creep.
I can bring the real in u, the freak.
Mecca
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Mecca  Ny
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