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The Taste of Wine
Our juices combine after the wine,
A mixture of passion, tasty sublime.
The hardness, the softness the moment is here,
Dripping sweat...................sex in the air.
He was deep inside her, they felt like one,
Lasting for hours has really been fun.
Her passion she knew could never be this real,
She lied quietly screaming , he knew what she feels.
Her scent still lingers on his unwashed fingers,
She has some semen on her beautiful cleavage.
A mixture of passion, tasty sublime.
The hardness, the softness the moment is here,
Dripping sweat...................sex in the air.
He was deep inside her, they felt like one,
Lasting for hours has really been fun.
Her passion she knew could never be this real,
She lied quietly screaming , he knew what she feels.
Her scent still lingers on his unwashed fingers,
She has some semen on her beautiful cleavage.
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