A hot ass
When your back sweat spreading
fusion smell like orange mamey
to leaves or green plums. Her breasts erect
stubbornly slept on my chest like swallows
tired or sunflowers in the afternoon.
Her lips were the simplicity of watermelon and crimson
certain tropical fruits. And his buttocks
sported the exquisite dinner gods. Stormy SOLOMON
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