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twitching tulips
twitching tulips
know this soft lips
now lonesome miss
a gals softy
is silky
for pedophile's
lips
when in teens
they twitched
just as he softly touched it
later when dating tight ones
my finger won't enter
without saliva
later on
then she would open wide
enter me quickly
as I will close my legs
to tighten it
later sparse hairs
standing isolated here and there
she wishes you don't any longer stare
she won't care
just admire her
once again
bare at hers stare
all women of these transformations are aware
will you to poke her still
with your not so hard a now drill
and say
fuck you still I will
she will thrill
and
with her lovely tongue
you she will kill
as you try to manipulate
your own smiling
but sleepy drill.....
can you drill still
know this soft lips
now lonesome miss
a gals softy
is silky
for pedophile's
lips
when in teens
they twitched
just as he softly touched it
later when dating tight ones
my finger won't enter
without saliva
later on
then she would open wide
enter me quickly
as I will close my legs
to tighten it
later sparse hairs
standing isolated here and there
she wishes you don't any longer stare
she won't care
just admire her
once again
bare at hers stare
all women of these transformations are aware
will you to poke her still
with your not so hard a now drill
and say
fuck you still I will
she will thrill
and
with her lovely tongue
you she will kill
as you try to manipulate
your own smiling
but sleepy drill.....
can you drill still
Published 11th May 2017
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12th May 2017 5:33pm
12th May 2017 7:47pm
THANK you for the beauty you see though my eyes which has taken visuals for many years from youth to old age teens in between seen many a thong wog and right the saw an elderly's brown bush all shorn singly hair wildly stood my eyes were desperately thorned next day she was gone
