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Forgetting everything, putting a member into meetings,
You call me almost every night.
And moaning like that in an orgasm right in the phone,
With a finger, I involuntarily climb under the skirt.
I caress the clitoris like strings on a guitar,
So passionately, faster and faster ... I am in shock ...
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You call me almost every night.
And moaning like that in an orgasm right in the phone,
With a finger, I involuntarily climb under the skirt.
I caress the clitoris like strings on a guitar,
So passionately, faster and faster ... I am in shock ...
Read more →