He knows I'm ticklish
As he rub his hands up my legs
I giggle
In the back of my mind I know what's about to happen
I'm in a chair and he's on the floor
My pants will slide down along with my *******
His head then will proceed to go in the middle
In between these thick thighs
Come inside
Then I... come on the outside
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
He knows I'm ticklish
As he rub his hands up my legs
I giggle
In the back of my mind I know what's about to happen
I'm in a chair and he's on the floor
My pants will slide down along with my *******
His head then will proceed to go in the middle
In between these thick thighs
Come inside
Then I... come on the outside
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