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It starts. He stares. A ferocious beast she sees, a human he is. He strips her Slowly gliding his hands from her neck to its base Electrifying each nerve, she shivers. In her vortex of deepest waters, he goes. Eyes locked. She remembers to exhale. You make me weak, she whispers as the tension intensified with each ****** He maddened Pulling her in, wrapping her legs around him.   Lost in her moans as he reaches for her peak, he sees her; she is his clair de lune. The river flows in her. And as she weakens he holds her firmly till her waters flow. For she is his redemption.
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 4:23 AM UTC
Let her waters flow
It starts. He stares. A ferocious beast she sees, a human he is. He strips her Slowly gliding his hands from her neck to its base Electrifying each nerve, she shivers. In her vortex of deepest waters, he goes. Eyes locked. She remembers to exhale. You make me weak, she whispers as the tension intensified with each ****** He maddened Pulling her in, wrapping her legs around him.   Lost in her moans as he reaches for her peak, he sees her; she is his clair de lune. The river flows in her. And as she weakens he holds her firmly till her waters flow. For she is his redemption.
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 4:23 AM UTC
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