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I love to wear his boxers

I love to wear his boxers
His soft black Calvin Kleins
When I’m alone in bed
I wear them all the time
When I touch my crotch
I think of my sexy man
For he likes to wear my panties
Whenever he can
We send each other texts
To tantalize and tease
Oh the things he says
Make me weak at the knees
When I wear his boxers
I wet them with my lust
With one hand on my phone
The other one does thrust
When he comes to me
I lead him up the stairs
Oh what fun we have
When we swap our underwear
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