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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.
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