Tender sweet peach,
Smooth soft skin.
A sight to inspire,
All kinds of carnal sin.
Kind soft strokes,
Warming playful smacks.
Bites that draw groans,
To screaming through slaps.
Your tender sweet peach,
A sight to behold.
Fruit from my Gods,
To treasure like gold.
Hehe…
Iβve got a bruised peach daddyπππ
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You wait til I get there…. You’re just gently warmed πππ
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