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FEELING CROSS-FADED

Vaping Some Sour, Glass Of Goose On The NightStand.
She's Laying There Playing, And I'm Watching FirstHand.
Sit Back Chilling, Enjoying The Show.
She's Molesting Her Toy, Her Pink Dildo.
Sliding The Shaft, All Over Her Clit.
It Has Two Head's, She's Sucking On It.
Rubbing Her Juice's, All Over Her Tit's.
Spread's Some Of Her Glaze, Onto Her Lip's.
Take's A Few Hit's, Then A Quick Sip.
Shoving That Cock, Deep In Her Slit.
Feeling Real Good, We Have A Nice Buzz.
We're Both World's Away, From Who We Once Wuz.
Tired Of Her Toy, Now Want's �The Real Thing.
She's Sucking My Cock, Has A Lip Ring.
Stick's Her Two Finger's, Into Her Clit.
Spreading Her Juice's, All Over My Lip's.
Slide's Her Way Up, Sit's On My Cock.
She's Pounding Me Hard, Might Need A Doc.
Licking Her Nip's, Laced With Her Cum.
Smashing My Cock, To The Beat of A Drum.
Look's In My Eye's, Tell's Me She's Cumming.
Feeling Her Cream, The Pleasure's So Numbing.
Slide's Herself Off, , Back On Her Knee's.
Swallow's My Load, �Time For Munchie's...