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Nautic
My lips
are
a slave
for your
throbbing hard
diction
as you
tap into
my
affliction
by
slipping
past the
threshold
of
a
deep
throat
infliction
until you
burst
forth
to
brand
me
yours.
are
a slave
for your
throbbing hard
diction
as you
tap into
my
affliction
by
slipping
past the
threshold
of
a
deep
throat
infliction
until you
burst
forth
to
brand
me
yours.
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