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Soft [HS]
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Apr 26, 2020
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Harry Styles
Who doesn't love a soft Harry Styles? As long as he's hard when it really matters... ---- Most nights we could crawl into bed and I would sit between his legs, leaning back against his chest. He would lather his hands in oil then massage my shoulders and back, slowly making his way to my swollen breasts. He would knead them with his strong hands, squeezing gently at first then applying more pressure. He'd roll my sensitive nipples between his fingers and pull up and down on them, stretching them to their limits, all the while whispering sweet nothings into my ear. When I couldn't take it anymore, he'd move his hands down to my heat, wet his fingers in my arousal, and rub my aching clit until my toes curled under and I moaned his name in pleasure. - - - From: Harry Styles To: Danielle Greggs Subject: Tomorrow D, I will not be into work tomorrow. Please reschedule all of my appointments for a later date. I also kindly request that no one contact me unless it's an emergency. I'll be very preoccupied. -H
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