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Red dress,
Falling down,
On the ground.
Blue jean pants,
Dropping down,
The belt making a single sound.
Lips locked,
Hands rubbing against eachother's heated bodies,
He's hard as a rock.
His large hands,
Pinching the nipples,
A man's hand.
Wet,
Pulling his solid cock,
Against you,
Together you rock.
As a tease.
You beg,
Beg,
Asking please..
give
It
To
Me...
Please.
Taking control,
Forcing yourself onto,
On full sex mode.
Riding him down,
Sliding your wet
Wet
Tight flower,
Devoring
His cock.
He's pushing up,
You're going down,
The juice slapping together
making a wet sound.
...
Falling down,
On the ground.
Blue jean pants,
Dropping down,
The belt making a single sound.
Lips locked,
Hands rubbing against eachother's heated bodies,
He's hard as a rock.
His large hands,
Pinching the nipples,
A man's hand.
Wet,
Pulling his solid cock,
Against you,
Together you rock.
As a tease.
You beg,
Beg,
Asking please..
give
It
To
Me...
Please.
Taking control,
Forcing yourself onto,
On full sex mode.
Riding him down,
Sliding your wet
Wet
Tight flower,
Devoring
His cock.
He's pushing up,
You're going down,
The juice slapping together
making a wet sound.
...
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