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My Tongue
My Tongue Like a tendril, my tongue trails down from the balcony of your breasts, falling forward freely, it hangs and drags in the small pool at your center which fills slowly with the salty sweat made by your upward thrusting. Your body shifts, causing it to sway further out, its wet tip inclined to tintillate any new surface it finds. It seeks to bond, hold fast to the tiny hard ledge its come upon, so sure of the rhythmic thrill hidden there. My tongue. |
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7/27/2019 7:42 pm |
There's more....need you help after orgasm getting to the next one....that's key. Anyone can cum once............
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Happy Monday my friend what awesome words to start our week off, and I hope it's a great start to your week as well..
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