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#558
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Honey
Honeydew
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the hands felt cool against his skin as they came to graze across the pale skin of his legs as the velvety material was pushed away. Even through the thick skirt he could feel the Prince's ministrations, but as the fabric lifted away the tongue felt smooth against the jut of his hip. Gently he found himself squirming against the flowers while the mouth worked against him
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to... ...I can't change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
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Posted 09-01-2012, 12:04 AM
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