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Comments about Marinela Christel
Your hand does slither under my skirt
And feels for seams and smooth effects
As I shuffle and shift and flirt
With fabrics on your bolt’s defects.
I part my legs and sway my hips
And your hands trace the contour
As I release and open clips
Of some delights du jour…
Your face lights up and sweats
And your knees dig in the floor
As I am searching the assets
Of someone I could, might adore…
I step much closer to the tape
And you are stretching your arms
As I am fingering the crepe
And take delight in your charms.
“You pricked me! ” I...