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Brown Icicle Pt. 2: Melting Icicle Sex
Si. I love when she says my brown icicle thicc and round as a popsicle.
My chocolate melting lips are melting her frozen Twix caramel nipples. We french kiss alot--not just a little.
Her nalgas look like a round caramel crystal.
As I insert my brown shaft icicle a lil, grey rain drops on our outstanding dimensions drizzle.
Like Frost's fatality from Mortal Kombat 11, my brown "Ice Sculpture" rises in her split igloo walls.
Like Frost from Mortal Kombat 11, she spins in circles as I slide in seis. She is melting my round igloo balls.
As she is curved like an arched icy sculpture, she is my Ice queen; and I am her King like Mufassa.
As she slurs her words and gets low like a vulture, she liccs my ice cream; and I splash her--sling white lava.
J.I.P.S.
My chocolate melting lips are melting her frozen Twix caramel nipples. We french kiss alot--not just a little.
Her nalgas look like a round caramel crystal.
As I insert my brown shaft icicle a lil, grey rain drops on our outstanding dimensions drizzle.
Like Frost's fatality from Mortal Kombat 11, my brown "Ice Sculpture" rises in her split igloo walls.
Like Frost from Mortal Kombat 11, she spins in circles as I slide in seis. She is melting my round igloo balls.
As she is curved like an arched icy sculpture, she is my Ice queen; and I am her King like Mufassa.
As she slurs her words and gets low like a vulture, she liccs my ice cream; and I splash her--sling white lava.
J.I.P.S.
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