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smooth silk
To feel something so Devine so supple your lost a draft her in sliken walls smoothly roaming her plush pink patels trying to find her being lost surrounded buy nothing but pleasure dreaming it never ends as you climb high and higher in till you find the end to her silken rose as stumble off the edge in to bliss
Published 17th Dec 2014
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