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Soft skin requires gentle lips. Sweet lips deserve delicate tastings. Gentle moans are meant to come in matching pairs. Curving spines meet trailing fingers. Hands run along sweet skin. Mine. Hers. All of our heaven. In one moment. These create her sighs that are mine.
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
Sighs That Are Mine
Soft skin requires gentle lips. Sweet lips deserve delicate tastings. Gentle moans are meant to come in matching pairs. Curving spines meet trailing fingers. Hands run along sweet skin. Mine. Hers. All of our heaven. In one moment. These create her sighs that are mine.
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
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