For I know its been a while
A year or two
And the black smith
Has been absent
Maybe on purpose
Or in person
For these rwandese rolling hills
Stout like erect ...
Yes miss the campers
Are the cycles in circles
Oh more the sweet suckles
Plus routine massages
That leave you blank
And ready to wank
Oh sweet heart ... Allow me survey
The soft oily wet wells of your glory
Lips that make a man πͺπΎπͺπΎπͺπΎπ¦π¦π¦π
Yes darling let me drain its waters
Enjoy the sweet kisses of ma virgin miss
Slowly traverse the hidden secrets
On the lowlands of migingo...
Babe Spread wide...
I wanna massage your lake shores
With my lips and ma fingers
Yes try mining the fish
From this backyard stick
Babe stay with me.. Am not yet started
Can you feel Mr. Vic...
Yes he is surreal ready for yah
Wanting to explore and exfoliate
Your juicy candy
Please keep it slow
Dont shout loud to each hammer
For have not even started
Maybe you might stammer
In sweet moans of this rig
Come baby come... I know you miss it..
I know you want it...
It ready red...
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