Babe, now I become the hunted.
When you wiggle your buttocks
in such taste, to the slow peeling
of the thong, uncovering those
honey-tubes wet in desire, I die
in my knees: girl, now I can resist
no more, this groin-pang to plug
that ***** damp gaping blank.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
Babe, now I become the hunted.
When you wiggle your buttocks
in such taste, to the slow peeling
of the thong, uncovering those
honey-tubes wet in desire, I die
in my knees: girl, now I can resist
no more, this groin-pang to plug
that ***** damp gaping blank.
Can anyone resist the call of the ****
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