
Teasing, tasting and touching,
All for the thrill of the game,
Feeling your warm tongue.
Unfolding your wet flower,
Slowly sinking deep into it,
Making your legs shake.
I will never regret the choice,
To turn down the pretty boys.
![]() Teasing, tasting and touching, All for the thrill of the game, Feeling your warm tongue. Unfolding your wet flower, Slowly sinking deep into it, Making your legs shake. I will never regret the choice, To turn down the pretty boys. Author notesPrompt: photo A contest entry
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