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Mar 2015
Her hair wasn't short enough
to stop me from knotting my
fingers in it and yanking her
head back.
From behind, with her eyes on
the ceiling I slid my hand under
her favorite t-shirt and sunk
my teeth in her neck.
She arched her back, grinding
that fat *** into my throbbing
madness and moaned my name
into my ear.
So I buried her face in the pillow,
ripped her black leggings
down around her ankles, and
slapped her thighs raw.
She dripped then as I slid my way in,
one slow inch at a time, whilst pressing
down on her lower back and wrapping
my fingers around her throat.

When I finished
I nibbled her earlobe
and fell asleep.
Justin S Wampler
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