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*** is an itch I can't scratch I feel the lust coursing through my veins I feel my nerves cheer at the thought of being touched I want to be dominated but I also want to dominate I want to roll around each other  and experience the look on your face when I make you *** I'm a strange ****** being I live only in the confines of moans of pleasure  and the taste of your tongue against mine is something I've wanted for months I want to push myself against you and move slowly without a purpose until you feel lust take over you and lay with me so we can feel each other up and feel.
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
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*** is an itch I can't scratch I feel the lust coursing through my veins I feel my nerves cheer at the thought of being touched I want to be dominated but I also want to dominate I want to roll around each other  and experience the look on your face when I make you *** I'm a strange ****** being I live only in the confines of moans of pleasure  and the taste of your tongue against mine is something I've wanted for months I want to push myself against you and move slowly without a purpose until you feel lust take over you and lay with me so we can feel each other up and feel.
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
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