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Lust

Pressing your back against my chest the smell of your hair reminds me of sweet summer rain. sighing at my touch , you tremble in extacy as you flow silently near my hands, Slowly, eaking inches downward, I sweat and ach behind you like a rock. Moisten trails for me to fallow, I glide my way to your highten sences. Falling downward, we slowly fall into extacy and lust!!!!!!!!
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Posted: Feb 2010
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