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backroom exercise
"My slow jam playing in the background"
(I can't wait to taste your sweat with my tongue)
she walked in with confidence,
her "behinds" danced in those silky short pants,
"daddy aren't you interested in this temple?"(pointing at her)
I bitten my lips as I was ready to worship
mmm! that was our first time
I disconnected her clothes from the body
with rhythm on my background
Great smile in her glowing face as I laid her down
A single tear dropped, tiny eyes showered with love and emotions.
I tasted her candy lips, down on her neck she inhaled.
her body was so soft while my hands were mopping her skin
I exercised, stretched and massaged her.
(I can't wait to taste your sweat with my tongue)
she walked in with confidence,
her "behinds" danced in those silky short pants,
"daddy aren't you interested in this temple?"(pointing at her)
I bitten my lips as I was ready to worship
mmm! that was our first time
I disconnected her clothes from the body
with rhythm on my background
Great smile in her glowing face as I laid her down
A single tear dropped, tiny eyes showered with love and emotions.
I tasted her candy lips, down on her neck she inhaled.
her body was so soft while my hands were mopping her skin
I exercised, stretched and massaged her.
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