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The Cellist
You run your hands over my mahogany skin
And down my spine
Looking me in the eyes as you pick me up
And ease me in between your thighs
With your cheek resting on my neck
You ready your bow
Sweet and slow
Play my body like a cello
And down my spine
Looking me in the eyes as you pick me up
And ease me in between your thighs
With your cheek resting on my neck
You ready your bow
Sweet and slow
Play my body like a cello
Published 29th Aug 2016
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