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Fixation from the ruddy tip of your push-button nose to the hewn halter where your bellybutton shows, and all those polka dots in between buttoning up your modesty's seams, I fixate on your buttons and love to suppose what treasure lies beneath your button-down clothes. now, if you notice my buttoned-lip distraction and try to push my buttons with flirty action, by letting some crucial blouse bindings come undone... fasten them back - without your buttons, what fun?
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