A DRIP TO DROP
A step made in the dark grass forest
Hung in and out of red_sweet bead of pleasure
I want to sport on your spot
It’s like a Godly_charm in control of the hormone strike
Hold my hand and take it on the private paradise
To remove the umbrella of nudity
Seeing exact paradise of pleasure
Come on don’t be a miser on the private paradise
The epicentre of titillation _property
I want to eat your food of hormone inflammation
Red cute spot like a cannibal but not in the
Albert Fish’s way
Hold the neck drip to draw me closer to the topic
Of flirtation that tinge my move

I know you love my dressing drip
And you’re feeling luscious
I’m not a deviant but you my obsession
And you’re undeniably goatish
I want to drop and dip the pole in your
Sultry red_sweet pot that points
An arch charging let me drop it off, be not shy
What a sensation! I want to drip a smooth
Flow of the thick white melted ‘wax’ in
Accordance with hormonal inflammation
For future
Dripping with seeds of my own kind

Please let me drop the shade
From the shape_full hips of tangibility
I want to remove the cover, let me have a glance
And allow me to use it as I stir your soup_pea
With a smooth soothing sultry soupcon hint
I want to poke it on a pound
Deep dig it down until you feel the heat
And value of its presence on your
Red sultry pot
I feel yours isn’t an oceanic trench
On my navel under your cuddle
As you surface the private layer
On my belly button looking at you with my
Red hot loving eyes as I swallow the
Pleasure of your red_sweet lips in
Intact contact arch form with a
Pleasure of pressure titillating.

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