I like tight jeans, well put on, that arouse looks, desires and tornadoes of fire, come, let's stop time and help me choose with which to cover the abyss of my hips, let's make it slow, there is no rush, let sighs transform In wishes, touch me gently, do not stop, always after a decision, there is a space to raise your hands, sweat your clothes and consume us in a lunar orgasm.
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