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Don't STOP, but stop
As i bite her lips
my hands on her hips
then fingers to her clit
it's like playing piano
upside down
I hear
her sound, the sigh of pleasure...
my movements quadruple
with lips on her nipple
in her pussy
fingers triple
on her booty
my hand dribbles
I hear
her sound, Wagalla please stop
My lips on her neck
I won't take a break
my hands on her breasts
my lips amidst
downwards...
my lips on her vulva
then to her clit
she can't resist, to cover
my head...with her thighs
I hear
her sound, the sigh of pleasure
Her hands on my head
squeezing right ahead
she yearns
for my suck
she stuns
for my fuck
I hear
her sound, Wagalla please stop
My tongue sedates
her pussy secretes
her control, is lost
Oh my!
She's wet
I hear
her sound...
my hands on her hips
then fingers to her clit
it's like playing piano
upside down
I hear
her sound, the sigh of pleasure...
my movements quadruple
with lips on her nipple
in her pussy
fingers triple
on her booty
my hand dribbles
I hear
her sound, Wagalla please stop
My lips on her neck
I won't take a break
my hands on her breasts
my lips amidst
downwards...
my lips on her vulva
then to her clit
she can't resist, to cover
my head...with her thighs
I hear
her sound, the sigh of pleasure
Her hands on my head
squeezing right ahead
she yearns
for my suck
she stuns
for my fuck
I hear
her sound, Wagalla please stop
My tongue sedates
her pussy secretes
her control, is lost
Oh my!
She's wet
I hear
her sound...
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