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I ran my tongue up and down her thighs
They were as smooth as warm glass
Her flesh was taut over her muscles
I never wanted to stop
She pulled my head to her hips
Her fingers stroked the back of my neck
I heard her moan as she grounded herself into my face
She tasted so good- the best!
They were as smooth as warm glass
Her flesh was taut over her muscles
I never wanted to stop
She pulled my head to her hips
Her fingers stroked the back of my neck
I heard her moan as she grounded herself into my face
She tasted so good- the best!
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