Sweet, you are, the nicest thing, right now and that's the way it always starts and never ends.
That anticipation laden thick like butter between my lips and it's heady and needs to begin.
I am so soaking wet. So wet. Desperate to get what I want out of you but it doesn't quite feel that cold this time. It doesn't quite feel like that. It doesn't quite feel like nothing.
You slide your fingers between my thighs. I stare at you in desperate grace and stifle cries, whilst I cover my mouth with my hand and we fuck and we sleep.
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