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Dew by Lisa A. Rose © |
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Desire. I feel it in my stomach When you're leading me down the hall. what I feel deep in my soul When you're inside me, against the wall. Ride me hard,
your thickness fills me, Explosive
passion, your breath coming in gasps. With your
hands pinning my arms above, |
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