"...Test Me..."
Flickering clicks of my penstirs the blurry senses of a man
slight and to right my hand, slowly
moving, fingers, dripping, soothing
the touch of a skin…oozing delight
from within, my eyes watching
and waiting to begin hips press
in determined grins… my hands rest,
on the chest of a man
My lips test
... and if he cums, I win… ;)~
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