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With Panties On
The indent
calls my finger
to graze
the parting
gliding
along
the seam
of those panties
to land
at the pinnacle
a slow ripple
the first drip
and mouth opens
to meet mine
and I do it again
calls my finger
to graze
the parting
gliding
along
the seam
of those panties
to land
at the pinnacle
a slow ripple
the first drip
and mouth opens
to meet mine
and I do it again
Published 14th Sep 2019
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15th Sep 2019 1:42am
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15th Sep 2019 3:47pm
Mm...I never left you any breaths to stop :-p,...enjoy your day my handsome tender poet as well
15th Sep 2019 4:50pm
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15th Sep 2019 3:56am
Those better be my fucking panties, you scoundrel!
Oh shit, I'm not wearing any.
Oh, well..
(;
Yours,
LostGirl
Oh shit, I'm not wearing any.
Oh, well..
(;
Yours,
LostGirl
15th Sep 2019 5:06am
15th Sep 2019 5:08am
19th Sep 2019 1:28pm
this makes me think of a Dom who insisted on grey cotton nickers... they hide nothing...
what a delicious write
felt it like a shiver
x
what a delicious write
felt it like a shiver
x
19th Sep 2019 3:42pm
