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That the wiggle of a tongue can so excite liberate the texture of the flesh Raise another to the height where delight fills and locates deep within the silent scream. That, that bud that brims its full can so intoxicate, fill the pool where passion lays in its ultimate wait for the passage through the sensual gate that arises within her moaning form That deep eternal wanting groan. Where deep the long soft flickering curl liberates the mind, to toss and whirl in the sensual heat and passions fire that flows deep from this buds throbbing desire and pours out upon the sweet, sweet flesh the small goose bumps that within arise Where passion holds no compromise. That I take you upon such a delighted stream fill that want, awaken within the dream These lips, this tongue that awaits its charge teases, torments your world at large to every whimper, every plead Drinks deep your *** of honey mead and falls upon your cries and pleasure With all the jewels of This Oral treasure. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 6:04 AM UTC
Treasure
That the wiggle of a tongue can so excite liberate the texture of the flesh Raise another to the height where delight fills and locates deep within the silent scream. That, that bud that brims its full can so intoxicate, fill the pool where passion lays in its ultimate wait for the passage through the sensual gate that arises within her moaning form That deep eternal wanting groan. Where deep the long soft flickering curl liberates the mind, to toss and whirl in the sensual heat and passions fire that flows deep from this buds throbbing desire and pours out upon the sweet, sweet flesh the small goose bumps that within arise Where passion holds no compromise. That I take you upon such a delighted stream fill that want, awaken within the dream These lips, this tongue that awaits its charge teases, torments your world at large to every whimper, every plead Drinks deep your *** of honey mead and falls upon your cries and pleasure With all the jewels of This Oral treasure. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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Mar 20, 2011 at 6:04 AM UTC
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