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Dec 2016
the rapid fire
of electric
pragmatic
wonderful
heavy
breath

on my
neck
ears
lips

hands
gripping
groping
teasing

hips
pushing
thrusting
grinding

chest
pressing
holding
panting

lips
*******
biting
kissing

oh but his eyes  
they
were
fixed
on me
the
whole
time.
apparently I'm an old soul, but I think this is young love.
Miss Ana
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Miss Ana  28/F/Texas
(28/F/Texas)   
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