Really
creeping upstairs, your voice like snare drums in my ears , giggling and wanting, open these doors what's with all this noise ? do you need to be tickled from head to toe ? my fingers slow like a trickle when they move across your thighs, oh you've got a surprise let me get that, throat tight, knuckles white , i want your front from the back yeaa I said that , you back up against the wall , now whose been reduced to barely a crawl , on bended knee please honey please ha ha you're such a little tease yes in this castle I am head master with plans to cause disasters in my wake, in your jungle I shake , rattle and hiss , say you want me to simply kiss where ? well this is pure bliss
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