Her hands are
so soft.
When she runs
them along
my arms.
It tingles.
Her hands leave
a slight
aroma
which when
I sense
I nearly
reach my
climax
I want her
to touch
Me.
forever.
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| Soft Her hands are so soft. When she runs them along my arms. It tingles. Her hands leave a slight aroma which when I sense I nearly reach my climax I want her to touch Me. forever. |
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