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Jul 2016
Sir
Barely a whisper of breath left
When you're done with me
Aching and whimpering
Sir please...

Your marks adorn my skin
The color fire hot red
With touches of plum and gold
Thank you Sir

Your taste lingers in my throat
Warm thick and salty
I crave it more and more
Pretty please Sir
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