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By Ann Skrilec Submitted by annski808 Date: 2025 Mar 15 Comment on this Work [[2025.03.15.09.34.21276]] |
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An arched silhouette in the dark your curves and lines that oil is shining your tan that's glimmering as I slide and glide pressing my hand with each careful precision my fingers enunciates the trembling passion my longing aches feeling you is like reading a braille pressing against your tight muscle you let out a soft moan everytime I pass through your groin up through your navel slowly and softly passing through the tip of your coned bagel your body responds to my touch temperature's rising I can't hold this anymore ...... clothes on the floor |