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PINK panties of LACE
I lay in bed and think of you in your pink panties and lace,
putting a smile on my face. My penis pulsating in my hand,
I grab for the lotion on the nightstand.
My hips move in lust, as my manhood feels like it's about to
bust. My mind wonders off as I moan of 69, how you taste
of a vintage wine. The pleasured you swallowed, then your
wet pussy followed.
The movement of your sensual hips, you taste your nectar
on my lips.Yern my pink panties and lace desire, next time
I hope she wears red lace and lights my fire. I relieve myself
of all tension with a groan, laying here home alone.
putting a smile on my face. My penis pulsating in my hand,
I grab for the lotion on the nightstand.
My hips move in lust, as my manhood feels like it's about to
bust. My mind wonders off as I moan of 69, how you taste
of a vintage wine. The pleasured you swallowed, then your
wet pussy followed.
The movement of your sensual hips, you taste your nectar
on my lips.Yern my pink panties and lace desire, next time
I hope she wears red lace and lights my fire. I relieve myself
of all tension with a groan, laying here home alone.
Published 28th Jun 2012
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