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his hands

his hands are made
to hold my face
to rub my lips
to caress graceful skin
to swell my boobs
to cup my buttocks
to give jerks to my nipples
to loosen my muscles,
to shake my legs
and make my stomach churn
they break my depth,
as like fragments of broken glass...
Written by dimpy (dimpsmoon)
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