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Kiss My Sugar Lips

Suck sup slip on my bun my sugar tits cubes like ice shard hanging icicles dripping wet flow between the legs get up from your chair let me lick your crevices inside around down to your inner mantrap like a frosty fruit lemon orange dream opens inbetween burning bush mint velocity to have not like been there before. Come here kiss my sugar lips.

Mimi Bordeaux

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