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RUN MY FINGERS
While you use my lap as a chair
I run my fingers through your hair,
then trail their tips down your back bare,
not an inch of smooth skin I spare,
until I reach your derriere.
When I give pinch on your bun pair,
your squealing giggles fill the air.
I feel your coming wet down there
through front of nether underwear
as the fanned flames more fully flare.
I run my fingers through your hair,
then trail their tips down your back bare,
not an inch of smooth skin I spare,
until I reach your derriere.
When I give pinch on your bun pair,
your squealing giggles fill the air.
I feel your coming wet down there
through front of nether underwear
as the fanned flames more fully flare.
Published 15th May 2020
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15th May 2020 5:21pm
tip of wips tap the air pass the ear sendding chills down the spin as youare fine
awesome
awesome
Anonymous
17th May 2020 12:24pm
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