Surrender darling if you really do not touch them, that unpacking jacket, leather smells so sweet Make your breast against my Feel my heartbeat I love the way your belt fits The way it hangs so deep, so deep on your hips my darling I want you so I love your sweet, sweet lips I love your salty taste I love your finger tips when I reach for your waist? Uh-huh ... The smell of burning leather as we hold us down like our rivets rub flashing sparks into the night on this ...
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