#fondling #foreplay My fingers trace the path from your lips to your chest. Then my hand disappears into your bosom pressing against your soft yet firm busts. Printed through your satin blouse, both of them are ready for my touch. They scream for my lips, tongue and fingers. With the pull of each button, I hear your anticipation shouting louder and louder... Ooo, you can’t wait to get out of these menacing coverings we call clothes.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Jul 2013 04:55:53 +0000
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