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Wet Words
Carving her lines
he was in control
of her movements
His wet words
became fire on
her sunkissed flesh
He was a roaring
storm making her
go and then cum
he was in control
of her movements
His wet words
became fire on
her sunkissed flesh
He was a roaring
storm making her
go and then cum
Published 27th Jun 2014
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27th Jun 2014 3:56am
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27th Jun 2014 5:32am
Super passionate words, Tommie. I like the contrasting elements in the second stanza. Brava!
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27th Jun 2014 8:52pm
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27th Jun 2014 9:05pm
Foreplay begins with wet words and soft touches then builds into a raging storm of passion. You captured it well. Enjoyed.
