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Amy's there beneath me Annona tells herself her slave girl ********* to heaven or such place the kisses on my ******* on my neck on my chin I sense her wanting me her hunger nibbling at my flesh with love bites (just as well my husband old Marcus is away at battle) she fingers my garden through dark ***** like bushes my lips kiss her forehead our mouths meet our tongues touch I wonder how Marcus is doing and whether he battles with those wild warriors or young ****** Amy's brought to hotness in my bed sensuous as dark grapes in my mouth she's opened me up now she on top me beneath swallowing each mouthful of her rich honey breath o come now enter more flush me out as wild waves a warm shore.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
A WARM SHORE 47BC
Amy's there beneath me Annona tells herself her slave girl ********* to heaven or such place the kisses on my ******* on my neck on my chin I sense her wanting me her hunger nibbling at my flesh with love bites (just as well my husband old Marcus is away at battle) she fingers my garden through dark ***** like bushes my lips kiss her forehead our mouths meet our tongues touch I wonder how Marcus is doing and whether he battles with those wild warriors or young ****** Amy's brought to hotness in my bed sensuous as dark grapes in my mouth she's opened me up now she on top me beneath swallowing each mouthful of her rich honey breath o come now enter more flush me out as wild waves a warm shore.
A ROMAN WOMAN AND HER SLAVE GIRL IN ROME IN 47BC
TerryCollett
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
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