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She had me back against the wall.
Her sweet lips brushing my right ear.
She whispered how much she had missed me. Vulgar words described what she plan to do with me then and there. She slid her tongue across my right cheek. Our lips met, my tongue longed for hers but she was taking the southern route. Oh, the pain and pleasure mix of the breast death grip. The clenching of her teeth. I thought my nipples would bleed. Back and forth my head slamming the wall.