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Jan 2013
Hair clenched in a tightly closed fist
Your neck exposed to my eager lips
Face pressed into freshly washed sheets
I can feel your pulse beneath my teeth

Hand throbbing from the smack I delivered
Bare skin set instantly aquiver
I push deeper to feel your fire
You taste of *** and liquid desire
Written by
Reed Rogers
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   Janette and Lily Mae
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