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She bit her lip as I stared at her body I'm a moral man, or at least I try but tonight I felt more corrupt than John Gotti, I jumped on her, desire written on her lovely face, And I kissed and caressed her body Her grunts and low groans sounding even better than a hole with an ace She was quite the tease all through the night, She wanted to be in charge on this encounter She pushed me up against the minibar And rode me right there, rough and wet on the counter Then I got up, if for a brief moment, and laid her doggy against the still running sink We had *** so many times that night The next morning I could barely think And that's my story everyone, The best layover, well lay under really that I've ever had
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
Lay over, lay under part 3
She bit her lip as I stared at her body I'm a moral man, or at least I try but tonight I felt more corrupt than John Gotti, I jumped on her, desire written on her lovely face, And I kissed and caressed her body Her grunts and low groans sounding even better than a hole with an ace She was quite the tease all through the night, She wanted to be in charge on this encounter She pushed me up against the minibar And rode me right there, rough and wet on the counter Then I got up, if for a brief moment, and laid her doggy against the still running sink We had *** so many times that night The next morning I could barely think And that's my story everyone, The best layover, well lay under really that I've ever had
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
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