she's amazing, last night I had her on her knees, crying like the roar of traffic, her eyes glowed bright lights of come-hither, her pores sweat the sent of fresh bread, summer blooms, and warm evening romance, in full thrust I had caress every curve, her full figure body satisfies all the needs of this lost puppy, left starry-eyed, out of breath, and howling for more!
...together we could tag-team this bitch!
tonights song: At the Hop by Devendra Banhart
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