It was a poem written for Neeshu.“The shower of the golden girl,Bestowed and carved on my canvas of love and dream.In my arms you glide like an ange....Feel thy butterflies in my soul.To shiver your spines.Up-to your and my core.”Neeshu was just beaming with joy and smile. This made both of them melt in the cold weather. Neeshu put the poem on the table. She was oozing with emotions and hot and dark fantasies inside her. Neeshu just put her hand on Satvik’s jeans button and unbuttoned it. It was. Her tongue flicked and darted. Her fingers tightened on the smooth ass cheeks, squeezing, pulling the wet pussy tightly into her face. She snapped her tongue forward, delving it into the fiery heat of the girl’s pussy, fucking the girl with her tongue. Her nose was buried into the thick mass of cunt hair, her fingers digging into the hotness of the girl’s ass. She sucked and licked almost frantically, drawing the juices from the girl’s cunt and swallowing while her mouth filled. She rolled and. More

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