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Have Lips We Travel: Ultra- Chic
by Robin Carretti
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PublisherCreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Release Date2017-02-26 (added to CC 18 Jul 2018)
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The sheen in her eyes only turned violet hues but her lips could talk beneath her wings. He wasn’t above her lips went 50 shades under below his Huh? He was spilling out blood from her lips of an angel but she was far from heaven to Betsy money and $ and more he couldn’t quite Brooklyn bridge the gap without her. If you believe that I will sell you the Brooklyn bridge lips were her asset. Please don’t cross the boss.He rides in a tinted dark car so no one can see him but he’s a sucker for lips.His voice took over hard but had her taste of velvet.She was wholly Molly lip money I said yeah “Lip Essential” so potent $ Potential?”To be so aware of his transactions what love afflictions of him.Her lips skimming through his trail in seduction hair he drifted like a big river tide pleasure how he loved drifting___drifting & wanting so much more. What a “Smash Box” I got on him? with some of them, it was a macho image moral rich one. It was a control he perfected these lips it was his man thing his mantra. They heard this big explosion!! She said what the hell is that? Louder than a tiger on hot tin roof-boom: they needed to get the lip style hand made guns. She looked at him but she got turned on awe with his physique and broad shoulders. How he held her with his gun it smoked right through her eyes. Her strawberry lips smoking hot he got an edible bite. He loved his water “European” feel stays close to his heart.She watched the play of light and that shadow amazing glow over his face. A voice comes out “Get over it baby” You have better danger to take care of. What’s to endure such pleasure mercilessly so vigorously she stepped forward & he watered me down.She was smoking on fire feeling like the City girl in her Citroen.Let’s get some French coffee with the the Italians named Carretti’s. I know what you are going through you need to restart your Bugatti engine.He was the “Re’my” of French kisses he had the words merciful with his ladies. They were walking on the street it was named Rue Monsieur Le Prince it seemed ...
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