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MY BUTTER RUM THIGHS
My butter rum thighs
I do not disguise
when I please his eyes
with pleasant surprise,
his lusts appetise,
bring him to full size,
My thong be his prize
Apart my legs prise,
catch him in my thighs,
passions rise to skies
that we realise
with ecstatic cries.
I do not disguise
when I please his eyes
with pleasant surprise,
his lusts appetise,
bring him to full size,
My thong be his prize
Apart my legs prise,
catch him in my thighs,
passions rise to skies
that we realise
with ecstatic cries.
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