
Please don’t stop now My tongue flips, hips dip Gladdening arousal, electrifying drips Sheets is satin, though drenched I try not to slip Takin’ sensuous sips Her taste is molasses Brown Sugar and honey, thighs clinch their grasp as I spy her eyes tighten Tugged sheets and she bites’em caterwaul she looses to the pleasure…




















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