Wear your hair down
For me
The rich tumble of it
As I make a fist of it
Let you feel the want
It does not shift
Or falter
Tell me stories
With your mouth
Your hands
I grunt at the sight of your
Thighs and how you move
Against me
Tell me in tearful whispers
How good it feels
When
I
Fuck
You
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Oh my YES! I absolutely love this.
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