Wenchiegirl
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Joined: 11/28/2016 Status: offline
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Rope wound nice and tight Friction builds making it bite Kissing skins purple tones, Powerless she softly moans. Rope tightens around throat. Mind begins to gently float, Fire burns fiercely deep inside, Wanton slave girl tightly tied. Hungry for her Masters touch Yearning for Him oh so much! Taunting, teasing, tugging rope Strong hands fondle and grope. His voice is full of Control And penetrates her soul. He whispers, you are Mine Sending shivers down her spine By wenchiegirl 13/02/2017
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