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"Still feel the pressure of his touch Legs clutched Hearts racin At the thought of His face in Between my thighs, no lie A kind of fire I can't begin to describe And so I must wait I must wait for the both Him and our wife Out on a date" ~atiyaebony
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
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