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Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended |
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One Remarkable Sweater
Thinking of you, I wore it today my remarkable sweater and no negligee no undershirt or brassiere beneath nothing but a sweater and my smiling teeth I wink at you as I kneel in my garden a breeze here blows and my nipples harden the fiery fabric of my sweater rubs over telltale swells of my taut nubs If I invited you would you start to shiver? or would your tantalizing touch deliver? come on then, put your hands under my sweater let's see if you can make my wonder any wetter [Auth note: inspired by a former item by sweetcandy4]
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