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What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom
He told me I tasted of sweet nectar
He never stopped dabbing at my precious fruit
He stuck a finger in only to pull it back out
He struck my ass hard
He wanted my body as I wanted his
Sex, desire, lust
He never stopped dabbing at my precious fruit
He stuck a finger in only to pull it back out
He struck my ass hard
He wanted my body as I wanted his
Sex, desire, lust
Published 26th Jun 2013
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