poem Poetry Corner 4 By Cara Thereon on Tuesday, June 16, 2015 Parted thighs The perfect cradle For a bobbing head Quick thrusting fingers And a wet teasing tongue Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like this:Like Loading... a cunning linguis oral sex Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck
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Yes to that! Sounds like my morning :-X
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Hahahaha. Go on girl, get you some!
Perfect cradle, indeed. Cradle of motherfucking life 🙂
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Amen