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She looked at him In the dimly lit room Sensations blooming At her plush lips Every inch of flesh Taken impatiently His playing hands stroke His intention clear The moves playing Of rhythmic ardor Pulsating Panting Fervent Consuming…
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
Intention
She looked at him In the dimly lit room Sensations blooming At her plush lips Every inch of flesh Taken impatiently His playing hands stroke His intention clear The moves playing Of rhythmic ardor Pulsating Panting Fervent Consuming…
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
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