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I love to eat the sweet cherry fruit of , the pleasant taste of only a woman's orgasm can make, the body movement is often a shake, she's not acting never no fake, things of the belongings that others love to hate, but how can they derate on the art of procession of , they never mission of eating the , they don't to have nothing of what they have came from
i eat it every chance that I obtain, its addiction have more gravital pull then the affliction, eating is a coviction and I'm guilty as charged, a passion that will abused to enlarge, to maintain this stroke is my discharge, the tongue tornado, to make you errupt like a volcano, tasting the rainbow, you never can say no, please which I'm never too proud to beg
I want to give you some head, we both can lay in the bed, as your legs spread, my mouth is a purebred, eagered to please, the sucking the breath often squeeze, I;'m more than a tease, let your spirits free, holding the back of my head like I'm your detainee, don't let me breathe, coming closer to your vagina into it squeeze, the art of eating I need a master degree
The ocean of fire, the heart between them thighs as I desire, coming closer to the end, this is healthy more than a sin, blessing be they name, my tongue cannot be tame, eating its never the same, so you can't never call me insane, trust me, the love of the lower level, the tongue will get you into trouble, so hold this head of mine squeeze it tight, the moment in time everything will be alright, cum with me go to that pleasure land, wile my tongue will do a quicksand Rhone
