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You breathed like an Angel
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I felt horny like hell last night,
I wished you would wake up.
You breathed like an Angel
while I watched your curly spot.
My nuts were hard as gravel,
my prick was stiff and hot.
I felt horny like hell last night,
while I watched your tender slit.
I wished you would wake and take a ride
on my throbbing stick.
I got wet and sticky last night
as my prick shot up.
But you breathed like an Angel
so I did not wake you up.
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Stan Sýkora, Arese 1996
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