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CAN U HANDLE IT?
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His left hand supported his body weight while his right hand slithered down her side, her skin humid and tacky due to the sweat Carmelo assisted her in producing throughout their numerous rounds and positions. “This pussy a lil’ too good tonight.”
The feel of his soft, plump lips traveling up the line of her neck sent shockwaves down her spine as his hand traced shapes on her lower abdomen. Her body shivered in response, his fingertips gliding down to her lower lips. Her breathless whimpers egged him on as his fingers skipped over her pleasure point, instead circling around the wetness dripping from her entrance.
“And she so wet for me…”, he mumbled, his lips now grazing her ear as he spoke.
Chasity bit down on her swollen lip, doing her best to suppress the sounds that threatened to fall from her two-toned lips as his fingers spread her moisture around, not necessarily focusing on the spot she wanted him to focus on. “Melo, come on.”, she whined.
He ignored her pleas, keeping the same motion and pace, “Maybe it’s ’cause she know she’s mine.” There were audible kisses placed to her earlobe, his kisses going at the same pace as his fingers, which was breathtakingly slow. “She was already mine before, but now that we’re married…”
His lips grazed her earlobe as he finally pressed his fingertips down on her sensitive, throbbing clit, rubbing slow, sloppy circles. “She’s mine forever, mama.”
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The Hitman giving away his signature sunglasses to the tiny humans 😎
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CAN U HANDLE IT?
PREVIEW #1
His left hand supported his body weight while his right hand slithered down her side, her skin humid and tacky due to the sweat Carmelo assisted her in producing throughout their numerous rounds and positions. “This pussy a lil’ too good tonight.”
The feel of his soft, plump lips traveling up the line of her neck sent shockwaves down her spine as his hand traced shapes on her lower abdomen. Her body shivered in response, his fingertips gliding down to her lower lips. Her breathless whimpers egged him on as his fingers skipped over her pleasure point, instead circling around the wetness dripping from her entrance.
“And she so wet for me…”, he mumbled, his lips now grazing her ear as he spoke.
Chasity bit down on her swollen lip, doing her best to suppress the sounds that threatened to fall from her two-toned lips as his fingers spread her moisture around, not necessarily focusing on the spot she wanted him to focus on. “Melo, come on.”, she whined.
He ignored her pleas, keeping the same motion and pace, “Maybe it’s ’cause she know she’s mine.” There were audible kisses placed to her earlobe, his kisses going at the same pace as his fingers, which was breathtakingly slow. “She was already mine before, but now that we’re married…”
His lips grazed her earlobe as he finally pressed his fingertips down on her sensitive, throbbing clit, rubbing slow, sloppy circles. “She’s mine forever, mama.”
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florence griffith-joyner competing at the 1988 US olympic team trials
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so this shyness thing doesn't go away with age huh
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white coded fics be like: “he runs his fingers through your long silky hair, massaging your scalp until you fall into a deep slumber”
my black ass, my head wrap, and my bonnet:
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MICHAEL JACKSON & IMAN
REMEMBER THE TIME (1992) Dir. John Singleton
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love being in bed under big winter covers i feel like an old king dying of illness telling his last will to his son
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