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Face Down

     
Toes touching    
Slow motion plays on your ass like a bass string, humming  moans through your soul while entering your wetness,  screeching past the swollen button and beat, beat, beating on your heart. Beating slow. Breathing fast.      
Bump thump pump, lose my load. Pull your hair lift your face. Don't forget, breath baby breath.
Written by hawkdude
Published | Edited 11th Jul 2014
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