Tasted from top to bottom,
Licking like a honey on hand,
Her hands moved along the backbone,
I slipped between those legs,
Found a flowery pink petals,
Gushing the honey out,
It was writing a pleasure poem,
On her thighs wetting the panty,
It was a pleasure night,
Where we fall on each other’s hand,
Dreaming of next round of pleasure.
Wow! sensual
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