tell me to imagine
By if pascoe
you say my lips taste sweetly like the lips i just finished licking you tell me to imagine me you say you want me to kiss you afterwards as you do to know myself way down south like you do i wonder what happened to the saint i knew before you blew me? and after my seed escapes me you lick me clean of our dirty deed, stick your tongue down my throat and make me like it Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 03:14 PM PST 0 • 16
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"you say my lips taste sweetly..."