MilaRose

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My lips softly peck at her cheeks between words. “You’re. The. Most. Lovely. Woman. To. Me.” She giggles at all the kisses I plant on her face. My lips find hers, my tongue caressing her closed lips, wanting access. I fucking hate when she closes herself off.
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