Kissing me in your car and I want to rip your soul out through your throat. Sucking your tongue like a ice-pop, kissing your lips, teasing us both and soaking myself. We are so different but the chemistry is like a car crash. A hurtling arousal, flinging me about. You bite my chest and wrap your hand around my neck and block everything else out. You smell like a man and I need to fuck you.
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