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Sep 2019
I left my scent
on her sheets
so as she lays
she sleeps deep
and dream of we
her tiny hands around my throat
my warm mouth teething her neck
tongue teasing flesh
racing our pulse
lips soaking wet
enticing her selfish needs
her ***** wants most
to be set her free
Styles
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