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How I wish I was near you.
A whisper from your lips.
Touching you gently.
Your mouth is melting.
Stroking up your jersey.
Enter, blush, never back to reality.
What is your better part?
We say: your chin!
So sweet it is!
And underneath?
Your tiny teeth, oh, baby, please!
No tease, release!
You hit so sweet and back on feet.
We both in shock! Ю сакт май кок!!!


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