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Wish I was kissing you goodnight…

Your hand moving up my legs…

Underneath, feelng my skin… I kiss you more…

My hand moves under your shirt

I feel your breasts, your nipples, I pull your shirt up…

I hear your breathing change, I lick, I suck, I bite…

You move me up, I spread your legs, I kisss you down…

Your cock gets hard, you feel my wet mouth on it, in and out I suck…

I can taste your cum, but you want more… I climb on top…

Up and down I ride, your hands on my hips, grabbing harder, going deeper…

You pull out, tell me to turn around…

You tease me with your cock, dripping wet from me you put it in again, this time behind, I moan with pleasure & pain…

Fuck ride and ride and you cum again…holding my hips tight, going deep again…and again…

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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