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A Good Book
She laid on the bed and opened the cover to her book, and I began to read, consuming myself with each ****** that ensued.
The words from her pages began to get louder and wilder with every flick of my moist finger, my tongue felt heavy with an appetite - an insatiable hunger for a good book.
I read until she began to unravel at the spine and covers began to submit to its own weight, she could not let me read another drop, her final words on her last chapter were good.
A sensual poetry
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