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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.
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