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I can read her lips. Each word formed With the red and ivory embouchures That play to my lust. My mouth moves in sync: I think, she says, The blind old perv, she continues, Has binoculars.
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Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 2:10 PM UTC
Six Eyes
I can read her lips. Each word formed With the red and ivory embouchures That play to my lust. My mouth moves in sync: I think, she says, The blind old perv, she continues, Has binoculars.
francie-lynch
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Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 2:10 PM UTC
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