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Un Petit Jeu Un Tour De Main

touching myself thinking at you makes me hear your voice in my mind sometimes, believe it or not, I can feel the smell of your skin woman and all those feelings generate an explosion of another feelings this is burning my skin bombing my flesh again and again till I get myself wet just like a thought to the rain of these words slipping down on your breasts loosing themselves between your sexy legs deeper and deeper disturbing your clean waters

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