A single finger tracing your form.
Slowly, softly, no signs of brawn.
Just one tip wandering head to toe.
Drawing sighs that turn to moans.
Teasing you til you beg “no more.”
Just one finger opening all pleasures doors.
The magic of reflected love
A single finger tracing your form.
Slowly, softly, no signs of brawn.
Just one tip wandering head to toe.
Drawing sighs that turn to moans.
Teasing you til you beg “no more.”
Just one finger opening all pleasures doors.
You have more sexual awareness and talent in one finger than most men do in their entire body. I love you Beast. ❤️❤️❤️😘
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Ah shaddup! 😶
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It’s true.
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🤓
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