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Making Love to a Marlboro – Heather Mirassou

Nearly naked except A dangling Marlboro cigarette Expertly stroking his lover Fingers caress a slender body Methodically engulfing aroma The sweet smell of sex Swollen lips surround Waves of rapture quiver Eyelashes and eyeballs flutter Sinking into oblivion Head bobbing … Continue reading

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