Sweet girl, just a little bit of chub
So I could catch a handful and squeeze anywhere
(So I could bite?)
Full breasts
Round ass
Precious heart-shaped face
Cute little upturned nose
Beautiful, soft mouth
Where are you going
In your short, short skirt?
Can I slide my fingers
In the top of your stocking
(And give them a snap?)
Bury my face in the soft hollow
Of your throat
Run my hand
Through your hair
(And give it a tug?)
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