The French Tickler
By: Mrs. Lady Enthralling
Your passionate panties rages my lips of artistic oeuvre.
Velvet of deep breaths releases anxieties of cherished moments from the sweat of my chest. I cant tell your body I have to go because my
Lips spoken in actions saying my destiny is right here bringing you
Complete tender
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Call my bluff and show me your treasures of hidden sweat musk. You don’t know I am pace walking you through this journeyAs I have nothing but patients for you to make eye contact with My words. The moments are like thieves in the night taking My words as you feed me passionate so tempting yet tender As you know how to make me silently
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I tickle your body in heat of my slippery tongue begging
Please don’t hang up the clothes hanger of my bump - n -
Grind seeing your nice melons of fruits shinning in to the
Mango’s of trying to be so strong. You have me at my
Weakest despair
Untie my hair
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Do me fair
Are you aware
Ooh la la la
You make me like so shy.
I cross my heart as I promise you
Every single touch means so much
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My mind
You will be mine
In due
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Crime that I want to be your first
To make you out burst in sexual
Laughter as the moments fade in my
Tongue of sensual tickles. Vicious
As I masturbated to you looking
So tempting I cant no longer exempt
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Just please French tickle
Your but cheeks
Be your under cover freak
every time we meet it can be discreet
Pour down your milks of curious rain
Make your lips of vagina sing
In to deep stretching of slippery tickling
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Of my growling temptations.
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Originally Posted On Site: 2007-10-05 00:14:56
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