Tits like melons, her pubic hair lush,
Wearing nought, but a smile and a blush…
“Wanna fuck me?” she said,
Eyes averted, face red…
“If you want, like… maybe… like, no rush.”
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Tits like melons, her pubic hair lush,
Wearing nought, but a smile and a blush…
“Wanna fuck me?” she said,
Eyes averted, face red…
“If you want, like… maybe… like, no rush.”