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I hope she tastes magnificent. She makes fire burn in your belly. You are the sand, while she the ocean. I always preferred kissing your morning mouth, never partially liked the sea.
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
Parting tides.
I hope she tastes magnificent. She makes fire burn in your belly. You are the sand, while she the ocean. I always preferred kissing your morning mouth, never partially liked the sea.
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22/F/Birmingham
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
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