lips
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the lichtsome smile upon her | lips | her flooers will dwine her |
sipping weak tea between grimacing | lips | i pinned my pinioned smile |
with a smile on his | lips | maclaurin leant over towards maconochie |
highland cream toffee colour your | lips | still those two thin red |
senses she cried her thin | lips | straight as a taut line |
her jo come back wi | lips | aa reid her mither speired |
she come back hame wi | lips | aa reid reid they d |
union street peroxide quines wi | lips | as reid as rasps wi |
an whit fir are your | lips | sae reid my dochter the |
afore this tonic passes yur | lips | krista yur dirty auld sister |
ladeda an steady eddy yur | lips | wur movin stew you re |
ye shudder an draa yer | lips | back fae yer teeth later |
he smiles wi twa mauve | lips | like coconut flesh his teeth |
myself together my teeth my | lips | my hair last spotted lay |
a flat nose and full | lips | and an astonishing shock of |
wobbling from two pink salmon | lips | busybody bee her nose was |
the big [inaudible] f1093: the | lips | and the mouth what do |
thick buttery substance over her | lips | once her mouth was suitably |
kiss ye stale frae ma | lips | ringan wipes his mouth with |
old man s mouth and | lips | with it a foul stench |
chef with the thick cut | lips | made a hero of himself |
of a funeral shades red | lips | high heels token black tights |
eyes and her red red | lips | we saw mummy putting her |
his yellowish bloodshot eyes his | lips | barely moved i ken you |
going to sputter when your | lips | moved and so clearly i |
voice came see if her | lips | moved then she d know |
something he is smacking his | lips | now in what looks like |
scrawl rather slowly moving her | lips | she looks up ye re |
the same lang sonsie ugsum | lips | as hir frein an she |
auld bodies lyke masell ma | lips | as ye see is lang |
it no been for hir | lips | that war verra lang an |
ledge oot thair lang swallen | lips | the furthest an thay aw |
yours said alba pursing her | lips | alec was really far gone |
eating it then smack her | lips | and go back and lie |
her wisna set on the | lips | bit ower the quinie s |
touched his broo wi her | lips | bit she didna greet efter |
packet took it between her | lips | lit it and passed it |
her feet like broon furlin | lips | near swallaein the uppers at |
feel the dryness of her | lips | on my right eyelid then |
t she examines her daughter | lips | pursed look at a that |
the hazelnut smear on her | lips | scuse me missus she said |
mourners for her wayward spawn | lips | that angry tight way they |
turned aneath her luver s | lips | then she come back hame |
and chic he pressed his | lips | to her cheek his skin |
with her moist prune coloured | lips | when the door bursts open |
wee bittie lipstick tidying her | lips | with a pinkie abody wears |
it s naewhere near your | lips | it s you that took |
strong proprietary interest brushing his | lips | across it grabbing it and |
switched off andy brushes his | lips | across the place where the |
he raised it to his | lips | and carefully licked off the |
put a finger to his | lips | and sat beside me in |
look away and lick his | lips | and shift about in his |
groom is st george his | lips | are working up to a |
kisses me with his soft | lips | but his moustache and his |
jug of brew to his | lips | he s drinking from the |
hae the man showin his | lips | m865: uh huh m952: but |
minotaur licking his bull black | lips | three tinkers three tinkers chapt |
epithet which rose to his | lips | was jolly p 43 tho |
pits yin til hir ain | lips | thegither thay wheipil the notes |
breists smear sex alang yer | lips | i trapped a lad at |
about you what about your | lips | [censored: forename] how are they m942: |
your skin dries and your | lips | crack all the moisture that |
white faem curlin roon your | lips | like the moustache o a |
winsome sight just clean your | lips | of that last bite with |
hear its name on coontless | lips | please can a hae some |
all over mister derek s | lips | purse i hear jakey s |
can assure you that my | lips | are sealed on that question |
hae eaten rasps an my | lips | are tashed wi berry bree |
out my phantom family whose | lips | carved melons curl like the |
but it s hurting my | lips | f1103: now mummy do the |
phrases rolled remorselessly from my | lips | he was just an ordinary |
pause why doll watch my | lips | i ll tell you everything |
of tonic will pass my | lips | pause poor lori yes yes |
stops and leans over me | lips | that close to my ear |
man juist see thae mukkil | lips | whit coud this unco wee |
luscious as judy garland s | lips | old glory hanging from every |
trip so easily off the | lips | of ministers we are not |
listen for wha wi rosy | lips | a glisten garrd lads fin |
melled wi a lassie s | lips | an sweeten like hinnie some |
aye on awb die s | lips | duin ti daith wi wauch |
puzzint chalice til oor ain | lips | he s doubil in ma |
ma hid said fur the | lips | o a fremmit wummin drap |
stertin ti runkil an ma | lips | stertin ti cryne awa ah |
aetmael puddin dey lickit dir | lips | said cheerio an set aff |
come to me alone the | lips | like a thread of scarlet |
yes yeah m762: with no | lips | do you know what i |
kissed him gently on the | lips | you look right bonny yersel |
extract she imagined the green | lips | of the mussel spluttering angrily |
climate and chapstick for cracked | lips | still the incans regularly lived |
twitchin ahint the doon turnt | lips | but it was there like |
wis feedin on grandad s | lips | made me think o a |
o turk an terter s | lips | fingir o birth thrappilt bab |
staw hou cauld the deid | lips | o the sautit bream basho |
a lot o that gladys | lips | pursed that s fit they |
on tap o their upper | lips | the faither o these twa |
jar strawberries flaunt their kissable | lips | burgers sizzle and hiss ribbons |
gently from the couch their | lips | met during the undressing frenzy |
be as much on the | lips | of gleska folk as doon |
wasn t on everyone s | lips | seven years ago as it |
t notice ronnie licks dry | lips | before he speaks in a |
chappit fingirs on yeir wuzzent | lips | ye kyth lyke weimen for |
tugged by the suck of | lips | it dreams its stalk is |
road slowly cuthbert s compressed | lips | parted until they had assumed |
to the seamed ridged bluish | lips | gummed and white at the |
floral gums and curvey cherry | lips | whipped cream bonbons chewing nuts |
time inspired by the painting | lips | 2000 jeff koons small pink |
them support er the flaming | lips | f947: mmhm m1161: a few |
which meant our cyclist had | lips | that resembled melting chocolate a |