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Milk is where we meet in sweet sticky surrender to honeydew feet Bow to the pleasure of flesh and flood Bow to the taste of honey and blood We are but that which created this flesh Our milky white sinfully delicious goodness We come as we please but are we to tease Do we know what we do when we fall to our knees We slip and we slide, in honey we glide we poor out of flesh to crave of desire where our milk falls pooling, heated in ire We **** and we poke each dip of the skin We play with honey as if it's a sin What have we to do but role in our lust and drink of this sweet sticky milk we must.
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
Sweet Sticky Surrender
Milk is where we meet in sweet sticky surrender to honeydew feet Bow to the pleasure of flesh and flood Bow to the taste of honey and blood We are but that which created this flesh Our milky white sinfully delicious goodness We come as we please but are we to tease Do we know what we do when we fall to our knees We slip and we slide, in honey we glide we poor out of flesh to crave of desire where our milk falls pooling, heated in ire We **** and we poke each dip of the skin We play with honey as if it's a sin What have we to do but role in our lust and drink of this sweet sticky milk we must.
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derick-van-dusen
American
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
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