OK, I know the auto metaphors must get old for the Detroit boys, but let's face it... what else describes it so well?
I'm thinking about you and my stomach has a little flutter. My mind's racing with kinky little ideas for my roleplay boys. And there's simply no match for my sleek, pink manicure... I'll be let my fingers do the walking over those sensitive nipples. Mine or yours, you ask... well, if you're lucky....
To be continued!
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