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erotic 1 min read 641 views Jul 4, 2016

Gentle Finger Friction

Palms itch, hands shake, the anticipation is sublime, you're blowing my mind, without speaking a word, I listen, referencing erotic descriptions, from nasty past pornographic fiction, translated your script with gentle finger friction, you're the author of my dreams, boundries surpassed, inhibitions give way to absolute permission...          

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