Backseat Strip Twister
Little Italy and two Friday's of fuck. Losing my picture, and wanting you there. Passionate kisses. Sex on the stairs. Biting my nipples, pulling my hair, underwear, your game knowing only your last name. The moment you came, cum, it was warm all on me, my sweater- I'm wetter it's better, this backseat strip twister, I scream out 'Mr.' Harder, now fast... Dont hold back.. Written June 24th, 2001 © on Jun 24 2001 12:33 PM PST 0 • 23
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