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Short and Brown
She opened quick,
I was viewing it slow.
Juices began to flow quick
To my down.
Her mouth opened.
With a gentle small voice she is calling.
With a face of desire.
Slowly I moved
My muscles towards the opened.
Wonderin'
Should it be quick,
Or slow and romantic.?
Should I speak,
Or do it in
Silence.
Doing with passion
I parted my fingers to touch
In gentle slow.
She is huge,
Curved, brown and short.
Am small and
Tall with chest wide.
I touch with my fingers in gentleness
I squeezed
And "Ooh" she screamed in a small voice.
I was viewing it slow.
Juices began to flow quick
To my down.
Her mouth opened.
With a gentle small voice she is calling.
With a face of desire.
Slowly I moved
My muscles towards the opened.
Wonderin'
Should it be quick,
Or slow and romantic.?
Should I speak,
Or do it in
Silence.
Doing with passion
I parted my fingers to touch
In gentle slow.
She is huge,
Curved, brown and short.
Am small and
Tall with chest wide.
I touch with my fingers in gentleness
I squeezed
And "Ooh" she screamed in a small voice.
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