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He Thinks I'm Beautiful

I feel our hearts pulse In a rhythmic sort of way Matching our hips As we thrust and sway Hands laced together Bodies closer than ever You tell me I'm beautiful While you're inside me You tell me you're lucky Luckiest guy in the world As we're making love And all my insides engorge At the thought of someone Thinking I'm beautiful While they're penetrating my body Rather, my heart I kiss your neck Your cheek Your ears Every square inch of skin My lips can find Because I've lost the words Those words that say Thank you So I keep grinding And swaying And kissing And moaning And biting Hoping you understand How much I love you
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Written by
SerenePineapple
28 / F / Minnesota
For You?
Written by
SerenePineapple
28 / F / Minnesota
Published
Sep 13, 2019
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33·118
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#relationship#beautiful#bodypositivity#sex#love#boyfriend#body
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