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The Closet

He walks behind me
whispers to me
meet me at the back,
It's to dark
I can't see
my hands touch
looking for him
he kisses my cheek
thinking is my lips
his hand holding his cock
grabs my hand to touch
I stoke him rapidly
I lick my fingers
moisturize my puss
tender juice
introduce him to my tush
we breathing hard
devoted to the sounds of
smoosh....smoosh...
Written by liz (BlueRoseLiz)
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