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Walked near her slowly, Brushed with hand, breathing slowly, She came closer, shaking, Warm, quite, soft... Her eyes were shing like a moon, They were telling way too much, I've start to play with her with hand, Slowly put her legs apart... Hand was filled with warmth of her soft breast, Movement up and down she been waiting for... Then thrill pierced inside of me, And white liquid dripped.. At that moment i felt enravishment, That's how i milked a cow for a first time...
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
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Walked near her slowly, Brushed with hand, breathing slowly, She came closer, shaking, Warm, quite, soft... Her eyes were shing like a moon, They were telling way too much, I've start to play with her with hand, Slowly put her legs apart... Hand was filled with warmth of her soft breast, Movement up and down she been waiting for... Then thrill pierced inside of me, And white liquid dripped.. At that moment i felt enravishment, That's how i milked a cow for a first time...
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Feb 23, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
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