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Massaging your warm tongue with mine, I love to **** on your lips. I'm intoxicated by your sweet scent and trying not to drown in it. My fingers run through your soft hair, baby you belong close to me. I always crave your taste in my mouth, your kiss makes me weak in the knees.
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Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 4:37 PM UTC
Kiss
Massaging your warm tongue with mine, I love to **** on your lips. I'm intoxicated by your sweet scent and trying not to drown in it. My fingers run through your soft hair, baby you belong close to me. I always crave your taste in my mouth, your kiss makes me weak in the knees.
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Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 4:37 PM UTC
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