Party Girl
Your hands slowly stroke my body, while grinding closely at a party. Your
hands softly grasp my hips they shake every time I dip. When I pop and roll
in my ear you whisper and moan ooooooooo. You ask me if I'm a freak, with my
body I say you tell me. We're both feeling kinda sexy so maybe it's time to
go. We leave to some place private and I show you every thing you wanted to know!!!
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