The Cunning Linguist

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Mmmmm, going down?

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weliketosowedo

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My lips are weapons. When I go “down” it’s as though there are three tongues dancing the cliff’s edge of ecstasy with you, not just one. Tirelessly, I work my digitally patterned masterpiece across your feathery soft tidbits of wickedness. Rising like riptide, from some nether place far inside, finally it bursts forth like awakening taste buds experiencing ice for the first time. So. Very. Hot

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weliketosowedo over 6 years agoAuthor

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Trite? Yes well that was intentional. As for your comment (speaking to the anon) bitch please, You obviously feel a bit threatened, poor thing. Here's a tip; try licking the alphabet. Then when you've positively bored her to tears, you can give her the finger...lol hell give her two.