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First time, dont tell Mom.
Launch me a kiss on my lips,
Search with your hands,
While we both take a trip,
Of heavens love, to the above of the above,
Yes, let me know how you feel, and how,
Don’t let your mentum get on my way,
And how my lips touch your sternocleidomastoids,
By the way, where your hands?
I feel your legs having a tremor,
And your lips having another one,
Your yearn, smooth like the breeze,
Here comes the arriving, some start laughing,
Others stay calm, and tranquil,
You, screaming, and is so nice the way you do it,
We both moisture sweat, sticky, but likely, but you kept
Screaming don’t tell my mom, don’t tell my mom I came.
Tears slithering down through your face,
Didn’t know it was of joy, I told you, thanks for letting me be
The first. And then, you smoothly whispered to me,
Please don’t tell my mom I came.
SENA
Search with your hands,
While we both take a trip,
Of heavens love, to the above of the above,
Yes, let me know how you feel, and how,
Don’t let your mentum get on my way,
And how my lips touch your sternocleidomastoids,
By the way, where your hands?
I feel your legs having a tremor,
And your lips having another one,
Your yearn, smooth like the breeze,
Here comes the arriving, some start laughing,
Others stay calm, and tranquil,
You, screaming, and is so nice the way you do it,
We both moisture sweat, sticky, but likely, but you kept
Screaming don’t tell my mom, don’t tell my mom I came.
Tears slithering down through your face,
Didn’t know it was of joy, I told you, thanks for letting me be
The first. And then, you smoothly whispered to me,
Please don’t tell my mom I came.
SENA
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