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Mother said


Summer rays continue to penetrate me as my sweat licks his body.

He now penetrates me.

The sound of his voice is hotter than this heat.

 

Needle like fingertips on my tighs and ass.

This sin is scorching.

 

Disregard the spying sun. OH he is driving me over the cliff.

Excitement of or simultenous orgasms. The End 

Mother said some boys just wanted to play.

Pero no me calmes,

Estoy Calmada because I wanted to play with him.

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