Her hair fell on my bare ***
as we laughed
and diped out on class
I gave her a true teaching
while she was sleeping I nibbled
and slowly paced myself up her left leg
on to the ******
where her mouth dribbled
and I know when I hit the right spot cause she gave a slight giggle
when I told her that teach was about to preach
she kinda geeked out a little bit
as the pink came into veiw of my eyes
her thieghs quivered
and she called me Ron Burgundy the way I played her flute
I put my right hand over her lips
and then put both my hands on her hips
as the honey dripped
as the honey dripped
what a lovely trip
one ride we both will never forget
Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 9:23 AM UTC
Her hair fell on my bare ***
as we laughed
and diped out on class
I gave her a true teaching
while she was sleeping I nibbled
and slowly paced myself up her left leg
on to the ******
where her mouth dribbled
and I know when I hit the right spot cause she gave a slight giggle
when I told her that teach was about to preach
she kinda geeked out a little bit
as the pink came into veiw of my eyes
her thieghs quivered
and she called me Ron Burgundy the way I played her flute
I put my right hand over her lips
and then put both my hands on her hips
as the honey dripped
as the honey dripped
what a lovely trip
one ride we both will never forget
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