Fm110comphodent
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CATEGORY
life
Awaiting the million dollars,
Connecting plugs into the wall,
Power blows the success by the nostrils,
Wrinkles relax the thawl,
Searing the heat into the flesh,
Moans flux the coil wet,
The iron penetrates the buffed cloth,
Featured butterflies melt in the glow,
Flexing the outfit I bought,
Using the grip to flow,
The sound of her ecstasy,
Leaving her lips,
The tap of the water,
Securing her hips.
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Ak rio says: Good write very thoughtful |
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