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WHEN I HAVE SLIPPED OFF YOUR T-SHIRT
When I have slipped off your T-shirt,
I kiss upon your nipples pert,
in your arms you cradle my head,
draw your thighs into mine on bed
as we pose to do the lotus,
pleasing each other our focus,
I stir the lady gardening,
my manhood ever hardening
its tip rubbing upon your clit
before you guide it in your slit.
I kiss upon your nipples pert,
in your arms you cradle my head,
draw your thighs into mine on bed
as we pose to do the lotus,
pleasing each other our focus,
I stir the lady gardening,
my manhood ever hardening
its tip rubbing upon your clit
before you guide it in your slit.
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