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I can already feel my fingers
slip into your moist...
Pussy
Excuse me;
I'm politely invading your
space
With my finger tips
poised apart;
upon you back;
drawing figure eights.
Down your neck
through your cleavage;
when you didn't flinch:
I kept going
Down your soft white skin;
your cute little tummy;
To rest upon your waist band;
tempting fate:
My heart is pounding
just tracing;
circles on your skin.
slip into your moist...
Pussy
Excuse me;
I'm politely invading your
space
With my finger tips
poised apart;
upon you back;
drawing figure eights.
Down your neck
through your cleavage;
when you didn't flinch:
I kept going
Down your soft white skin;
your cute little tummy;
To rest upon your waist band;
tempting fate:
My heart is pounding
just tracing;
circles on your skin.
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