I could **** you hard,
Pull your hair,
Bite you,
Smack your ***
And ask you who what my name is...
But Id rather **** you slowly
Caress your hair
Kiss you
Rub your ***
and tell you that I love you...
So you know that I'm here to stay...I will treat you like a Queen
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
I could **** you hard,
Pull your hair,
Bite you,
Smack your ***
And ask you who what my name is...
But Id rather **** you slowly
Caress your hair
Kiss you
Rub your ***
and tell you that I love you...
So you know that I'm here to stay...I will treat you like a Queen
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