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MIRRORED WALLS
In a room with mirrored walls is where you do your yoga naked. Watching you thrills me with whatever you do. As you rolled on your shoulders, you slowly open gorgeous legs to an upside down split. Pretty toes pointed east to west. Revealing, was your beautiful nectarine, wet and smiling at the ceiling kissing the sunlights reflection. I drop to my knees in front of your upside down position. I brush the inner soft thigh flesh with my tongue, setting off a tickle. You softly giggle and bounce slightly. With a baratone moan I lay my mouth against your pretty temple. As I manipulate my tongue sexy you sigh in lust, as I sweep back and forth. Ass to appetite. Clit hardens to the teasing touch of the tongues tip. While I suck you down, you tighten inner muscles so your peach kisses back, like a mouth. Sensitive was every nerve ending as I lick and munch sweet muff. You lose your sexy mind when I press my upper lip just underneath your clit at the right spot, to push all of your buttons. With a loud squeal you came so hard, gripping the carpet and wiggling like crazy. As I ease you down, sexy thighs still tremble blissfully resulting in another orgasm right side up. You grab my manhood and engulf me like payback. And in our room with mirrored walls, sexy you thrill me with what you do to me.
Sir Lancelott
Sir Lancelott
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