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Jan 2018
She quivered to the touch of my rough hand dancing across her supple skin
her lustful stare unflinching. I delighted on the subtle taste of strawberries on her lips. Her hands wrapped around me pulling me in close as close as one person could get to another. I learned every curve of her and she learned every curve of me. Now we lay in each others embrace quietly letting the night wash over us.
When you find this tell me you remember this night fondly and try to forgive me. -SNP
SwordNPen
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SwordNPen  23/M
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