A percussive thwack echoed in the room.
Followed by a whimper, such a wonderful tune.
Fingers drawing sighs in time with strokes.
Giggles vocalised as digits poked.
Come little miss, cum to our tune.
And I promise you a song, I promise it soon.
The magic of reflected love
A percussive thwack echoed in the room.
Followed by a whimper, such a wonderful tune.
Fingers drawing sighs in time with strokes.
Giggles vocalised as digits poked.
Come little miss, cum to our tune.
And I promise you a song, I promise it soon.
I wanna cum daddy. I do.
Play me.
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I will strike all your strings my Angel 😙
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Thank you.
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😙😙😙
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