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Poet Maddy

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कुछ कमी सी लग रही है, तेरे चले जाने के बाद........ आँखों में नमी सी लग रही है, तेरे चले जाने के बाद....... कुछ कमी सी लग रही है, #Decrese#After#Gone#Eyes#Wetness......

कुछ कमी सी लग रही है, तेरे चले जाने के बाद........ आँखों में नमी सी लग रही है, तेरे चले जाने के बाद....... कुछ कमी सी लग रही है, #Decrese#After#Gone#Eyes#Wetness......

Abhishek

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..... Baby just absorb me in your wetness and lemme mold you today just like you love to do with clay everyday ❤️ #abhi_musings #erotica #love

..... Baby just absorb me in your wetness and lemme mold you today just like you love to do with clay everyday ❤️ #abhi_musings #erotica #love

Neerja

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Kissing him intenser The touch Soft moans of pleasure Landing into bed.. (Quote 703) Landing into bed.. A love making session then.. ..to be rhythm in! Kiss and moans Tongue rolling through hers skin, dipping in

Kissing him intenser The touch Soft moans of pleasure Landing into bed.. (Quote 703) Landing into bed.. A love making session then.. ..to be rhythm in! Kiss and moans Tongue rolling through hers skin, dipping in

Hari Varma

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11092021 - 254/365 Children are like clay, born with it's dirt, stones, and wetness to be sculpted by you, the sculptor. If it turns out bad or ugly, you should be the one to own it. Only way then is to break and restart when the clay would still be wet. Make it right before it is sent to the kiln, the big world of reality. If it survives, you have done a good job. That work of art will stand the test of time. It would make the world around it, happy, prosperous and peaceful A job well-done, you will be proud of. 11092021 - 254/365 Children are like clay, born with it's dirt, stones, and wetness to be sculpted by you, the sculptor. If it turns out ba

11092021 - 254/365 Children are like clay, born with it's dirt, stones, and wetness to be sculpted by you, the sculptor. If it turns out bad or ugly, you should be the one to own it. Only way then is to break and restart when the clay would still be wet. Make it right before it is sent to the kiln, the big world of reality. If it survives, you have done a good job. That work of art will stand the test of time. It would make the world around it, happy, prosperous and peaceful A job well-done, you will be proud of. 11092021 - 254/365 Children are like clay, born with it's dirt, stones, and wetness to be sculpted by you, the sculptor. If it turns out ba

Atishay jain

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Let me suck them, You close your eyes Feeling like this, Make something rise Close our bodies, Let them heat Not only tongue, I want all sense treat Complete in caption, Give it a read once ! I want to eat you,Let me be close Smell you, treat for nose Grope you hard, let's start 😋 You doesn't need dressings Like normal food Watch

Let me suck them, You close your eyes Feeling like this, Make something rise Close our bodies, Let them heat Not only tongue, I want all sense treat Complete in caption, Give it a read once ! I want to eat you,Let me be close Smell you, treat for nose Grope you hard, let's start 😋 You doesn't need dressings Like normal food Watch

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Drenched in the water, I touched ( Rest In Caption) Drenched in the water, I touched your water clad shaft shivers, You give in... The droplets,on your skin slide down, entering your curved bo

Drenched in the water, I touched ( Rest In Caption) Drenched in the water, I touched your water clad shaft shivers, You give in... The droplets,on your skin slide down, entering your curved bo

Blue Butterfly

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: : As she stumbles upon my poetry, I arouse her coercing to sense, crawling deep inside HeR; tickling and teasing with the tip of my opening

: : As she stumbles upon my poetry, I arouse her coercing to sense, crawling deep inside HeR; tickling and teasing with the tip of my opening

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a Dad IS, no less a HERO. A lesser charismatic of a smile, in terms of a so called cinematic-universe, dominated by the stars. 'This one' but, is surely going to lea

a Dad IS, no less a HERO. A lesser charismatic of a smile, in terms of a so called cinematic-universe, dominated by the stars. 'This one' but, is surely going to lea

Blue Butterfly

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Out beyond the pandemonium that surrounds the present compulsive milieu, The modesty of lives, the rains, and of the festivities, of my place, my homeland, my concluding grave. The rains there used to be some magic; Not just the wetness to the mud and the lingering petrichor Maniacal voices at times, can be overheard, Within the silences of those ever disturbed sleeps. To my roots, which do keep me grounded. Wailing of my home can be felt, The yearning to go back, To when, Life was alive. Out beyond the pandemonium that surrounds the present compulsive milieu, Voices from times are heard, of long forgotten splendor, The modest

Out beyond the pandemonium that surrounds the present compulsive milieu, The modesty of lives, the rains, and of the festivities, of my place, my homeland, my concluding grave. The rains there used to be some magic; Not just the wetness to the mud and the lingering petrichor Maniacal voices at times, can be overheard, Within the silences of those ever disturbed sleeps. To my roots, which do keep me grounded. Wailing of my home can be felt, The yearning to go back, To when, Life was alive. Out beyond the pandemonium that surrounds the present compulsive milieu, Voices from times are heard, of long forgotten splendor, The modest

Hari Varma

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07042021 - 97/365 - The Moment of Truth! He lifted my head up a little holding my chin Moved away the few strands of my hair from my face His eyes pried every curve and corner of my face I could feel his presence in every pore! Holding the back of my head He positioned my face exactly as he wanted. He allowed a few sweat drop on my cheak A drop of sweat is flowing down my temples Wetness of saliva on my lips seemed to intrigue him Then he whispered softly into my ears 'Close your eyes'... (Read full in Caption) 07042021 - 97/365 - The Moment of Truth! He lifted my head up a little holding my chin Moved away the few strands of my hair from my face H

07042021 - 97/365 - The Moment of Truth! He lifted my head up a little holding my chin Moved away the few strands of my hair from my face His eyes pried every curve and corner of my face I could feel his presence in every pore! Holding the back of my head He positioned my face exactly as he wanted. He allowed a few sweat drop on my cheak A drop of sweat is flowing down my temples Wetness of saliva on my lips seemed to intrigue him Then he whispered softly into my ears 'Close your eyes'... (Read full in Caption) 07042021 - 97/365 - The Moment of Truth! He lifted my head up a little holding my chin Moved away the few strands of my hair from my face H