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Annie......

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Annie...............? � �
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�...she don't wear no panties? � �
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and you know this �ma'an� � �
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her little denim jacket � �
barely meets her waist � �
resting my hands on her hips � �
whilst I inhale � �
the smile from her Imani face � �
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brown coffee (no sugar, no cream) � �
so hot � �
�my digable planets hittin' that freaky, azz spot � �
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�making her dance inside.....� � �
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she don't wear no panties � �
(and this brother got those �happy hands�) � �
my clear and present fancy � �
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I can feel the �heat� � �
and just like magic � �
LIFT OFF! � �
straight up, off her feet � �
stranin' down upon her tippy-toes � �
dick finger (beatin' up that pussy meat) � �
inside and out of her he � �
goes..... � �
�.the man with the happy hands trembling in the throes of xstasy� �
� (wet, happy hands)�
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and Annie? � �
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(�....she don't wear no panties) DAMN!