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Jan 2012
Legs quiver
Hands tremble
I'm waiting for you to deliver
I'm soaking

Pressing your head into my chest
Biting my stomach and thighs
Please don't judge I'm looking a mess

I'm begging now
Please
Don't stop
Harder faster deeper
I feel I'm about to pop

No stop!
Why would you do that
I hate being on top
Not a **** angle

But wait
It feels oh so good
I hear you
Your breathing
I can tell you like this steady grind

Roll me over
Finishing this night
Now were snug
I feel the safeness in your heartbeat
Brittany Comer
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