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Fantasy
A late night call
a knock on the door
little black shorts
knee high black socks
soft skin in between
you sit in the chair
I kneel in front of you
softly touch your thighs
gently place my lips against your skin
you quietly moan
my tongue across your skin.
You are my fantasy.
a knock on the door
little black shorts
knee high black socks
soft skin in between
you sit in the chair
I kneel in front of you
softly touch your thighs
gently place my lips against your skin
you quietly moan
my tongue across your skin.
You are my fantasy.
Published 9th Mar 2011
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