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by dokurtybitz

Hand grasps hair
Positioning your mouth
Lips and tongue
Mixing our passions
A moan escapes
Throaty rumble
As I draw you close
Throbbing and wet
Wanting you
Laid out before me
A feast for my eyes
And cock

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