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by Indiah
Im laying here all alone
My fingers how they roam
From my kneck they do start
Oh' my lips how they part.
Down, down they do go
They feel for what they know
They find the fur
Oh' how I purr
My lips they do part
For my fingers now will start
Oh' how wet my pussy will be
If only you could see
The button my fingers finds
Gently rubbing blows my mind
if only you were near now
I would show you exactly how!
Her wetness exploded from within
so intoxicatingly sweet and hot,
she was reaching the point
her lustful desire had sought.
Her body violently shook
from the ultimate thrill,
and then she collapsed content
breathlessly and so very, very still.
Only her swollen breasts
now rose and fell,
the only hint of her pleasure
was her wetness she could smell
THE END
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