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Celui (Free verse) by half.italian

She was a gorgeous blonde head to toe; stacked. On our second date, we fucked. I feather the inside of your hips coaxing, teasing. Like a schoolgirl you squirm and giggle; obliged to be under my hand. Your hair tickles my skin with delightful intent. The feel of your silicon nipples sends shivers from my palms. My hands on you hold firm. Our purpose is to be one; together. We will stay like this forever in my mind.

half.italian 11-Feb-07/10:27 AM
Have at it.




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