0 posts 12/4/2020 6:39 pm
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What's so bad about plagiarism hmm? The bold, kissable curve of lip the eyes with their spark the neck, the line of the jaw, the hairline the nape and behind the ear as soft as being asleep expanse collarbone a bridge spanning the transition from<b> shoulder </font></b>to chest<b> shoulder </font></b>above with its gently taut tendons alive with purpose chest with its delicate cargo of heart and lungs a fraction lower come to the impudent breasts nipple-capped crinkled up with wanting my attention and you sigh and my hand on the soft soft belly, dip and rise of mons, the friction of hair then plunge when she walks in front of me graceful undulation of movement when she walks towards me rustle of clothing that cannot contain those sweet tremors I wonder if she's wet, and what she tastes like, and how she'd feel on me with those sweet, sweet thighs wrapped around me ankles and heels urging me onward and forward as she leans back, eyes glazed or closed, hands clutching my shoulders, and howls her coming as I shake her breasts with my movements I wonder just how loud it must be from outside to hear these thoughts pounding and coursing in me as we pass in my thoughts
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