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Mar 2018
He did that thing with his tongue, rolling inside me like a ball on fire.
Groans escaping me, mixed with the pleasure of having him inside me.
Just as I was losing it,
he thrusts deep inside me.
A wave of nausea hits me
and suddenly I am transported to a place,
where only he can take me.
Muskan Kapoor
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Muskan Kapoor  19/F/India
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