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you sweet **** beautiful thing to kiss to hold to cover you with my souls adorations and the bodies quaking passions im forced to endlessly stuff my feelings as if suffocating into a place absent of an entrance or exit giving me the no comfort of black frigid encastellations and dead ends the pain of separation can only be released when you pull me with living hands into you like warm waters hold me desperately tight and slit me open with your shimmering lips and heart braking kisses so i can fall to pieces at your splendid feminine feet delectable and that i may finally release my endless aching a coiled burden and find my self stupidly happy flushed and warm face high wet
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
Face High Wet
you sweet **** beautiful thing to kiss to hold to cover you with my souls adorations and the bodies quaking passions im forced to endlessly stuff my feelings as if suffocating into a place absent of an entrance or exit giving me the no comfort of black frigid encastellations and dead ends the pain of separation can only be released when you pull me with living hands into you like warm waters hold me desperately tight and slit me open with your shimmering lips and heart braking kisses so i can fall to pieces at your splendid feminine feet delectable and that i may finally release my endless aching a coiled burden and find my self stupidly happy flushed and warm face high wet
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
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