Trou8l3
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CATEGORY
romance
our skin in a twist of imagination that took over,
all this contiplation of this situation, my fingers caressing your inner
sweets, like massaging tense muscles, thet needed to be released.
jerking as my fingers slipped, thighs wraped me like a glove,
I felt like a thief robbing you, of your love,
forcing you to the bed, leaving my grip around ya throat,
intensifying this grind with each stroke.
Hearing ya moan, sparks my anticipation from this bottled up
frustration.
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yerningour skin in a twist of imagination that took over, all this contiplation of this situation, my fingers caressing your inner sweets, like massaging tense muscles, thet needed to be released. jerking as my fingers slipped, thighs wraped me like a glove, I felt like a thief robbing you, of your love, forcing you to the bed, leaving my grip around ya throat, intensifying this grind with each stroke. Hearing ya moan, sparks my anticipation from this bottled up frustration.
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