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Plying me as putty she works me as she will wielding her every wile that wicked wanton smile Hands firm yet soft I'm moaning in her fist slipping against my skin her digits spin and twist I'll arrive at my fruition slippery in and of, the slide tightly wrapped in fingers with joy, I just can't hide
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
She's very handy
Plying me as putty she works me as she will wielding her every wile that wicked wanton smile Hands firm yet soft I'm moaning in her fist slipping against my skin her digits spin and twist I'll arrive at my fruition slippery in and of, the slide tightly wrapped in fingers with joy, I just can't hide
Yup, don't look now, there goes my mind... ;D~ Down in the gutter, as morals, unwind.
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
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