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Her skin soft like satin rubbing against mine as we sat-in the couch cuddling against mine she's so **** the way we flexing just passing time so close against me can't hold it against me its got its own mind hand on your backside thoughts inline with my incline feeling warm on the outside as two fingers slowly slide on the inside of the cover, pushing it to the side, to uncover over the magic button my tongue hover
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Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
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Her skin soft like satin rubbing against mine as we sat-in the couch cuddling against mine she's so **** the way we flexing just passing time so close against me can't hold it against me its got its own mind hand on your backside thoughts inline with my incline feeling warm on the outside as two fingers slowly slide on the inside of the cover, pushing it to the side, to uncover over the magic button my tongue hover
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Feb 4, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
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