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Mar 8
Moments turn to memories,,
time passes quickly.

My flesh, still needy.

The look in your eyes,
they are in need of me.

Eager thoughts entice and ****** me.

Wanting you to tease and encase me.

So effortlessly you embrace me.
Your body, I'm craving,
your folds, my haven.

Give your *** to me,
feed my need,
with all your greed,
while you feed,
my essence,
your taste,
Iā€™m addicted,
to our embrace,
your place,
our space.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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