cgraven
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Mist soft cries thrill me, her sculptured legs draped over my shoulders as she falls back onto the desk. I long for her sweet nectar, and the sweetest will come with Mist orgasm, and that is what I long for.
When that sweet nectar graces my tongue I draw Mist from the desk to straddle me on the floor.
Mist what a tasty morsel you are.
When that sweet nectar graces my tongue I draw Mist from the desk to straddle me on the floor.
Mist what a tasty morsel you are.