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In Waiting
Languishly she lays, a lady in waiting; for a tribute of his idolatry does she long to petition. Although she will not ask; the mercy of his invasion she does invite, visceral is the grip that she wishes to implore.
In her sweet sea does her hand deftly tender, solitictious are her desires; a whirlwind of aches within. Through channels deep; flesh searing and lathered, plundering do her hands wander. From beneath brown tresses, whispering plea's from crimson lips cry as she continues to explore.
"Fuck me", she petitions, carnal is her call.
Unbuttoned and unzipped; before her has her gentlemen been sitting. For her merciful petition has he yearned to hear and a tribute of his idolatry has he hungered to pay. Though his lady she is; driven to beg over asking - tonight will she worship like his sweet little whore.
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In her sweet sea does her hand deftly tender, solitictious are her desires; a whirlwind of aches within. Through channels deep; flesh searing and lathered, plundering do her hands wander. From beneath brown tresses, whispering plea's from crimson lips cry as she continues to explore.
"Fuck me", she petitions, carnal is her call.
Unbuttoned and unzipped; before her has her gentlemen been sitting. For her merciful petition has he yearned to hear and a tribute of his idolatry has he hungered to pay. Though his lady she is; driven to beg over asking - tonight will she worship like his sweet little whore.
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