tsss tic ta tsss tic ta tsss tic Hold your horses tight ‘cos these fillies bite whats old is new whats new is cold and its cold baby, on the outside lookin in. Shes hot Their hot they’re hot and what’s not is me. i am looking in i am looking out i am looking up skirts down blouses round corners dont touch dont look dont ask, do tell. caged in bubbles champagne bubbles bubbles of light above the crowd adoration adulation adulter…ation asses and hips tits and lips parted…ways and legs for days. tassels tussles bows bustles working out the kink…s don’t stop won’t stop can’t stop we all need we all feed ourselves on you. |
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