Tough

Against the wall, the foundation kept our sin a tall tale. Patriotic hands kept mine in place as wet kisses laid upon my neck. A melody of moans became a symphony of realness. Truth is I love you too much this is true, as fast words become deep thrusts. Skirt flowing high to let you in then powerful strokes set me free. No armor but a hero to me as you rescue bad thoughts. Innocent is my role as hard nipples press into your protection. I can do anything with you this is true but…

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