I dipped my finger,
in the honey pot,
and suck it off,
trying to,
sweeten my mouth,
after kissing yours.
(he tasted sinful)
-m.g
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he sins
I dipped my finger,
in the honey pot,
and suck it off,
trying to,
sweeten my mouth,
after kissing yours.
(he tasted sinful)
-m.g
