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Apr 2023
The room gets heated with a candle that will burn our stress away
The Himalayan lamp clears the toxic air for us to breathe harder
Suddenly I felt his lips tickling my neck until his teeth became aggressive
Then I felt his tongue take control only to cover my whole body
He wasn’t even naked yet, and I already felt him piercing me
I suddenly saw him putting me in handcuffs; making sure I only move
from the touch of his body
His kisses stopped at my stomach, then made his tongue finish the rest
His fingers were as powerful as the tool below his waist
I felt like I was walking on the ceiling when his shoulders met my ankles
He took advantage of my flexibility,
and lowered himself to my lips
The pain turned into pleasure as my head hung off the bed
Breaking my fall, he grabbed my throat till
my vocal chords bled
I felt a pull; it was his hands
Gripping me tight to hear more sounds
Suddenly I tried to catch my breath,
With his mouth wrapped around my neck
I felt two pleasures at once
So a straddle from my legs;
A push from my heels;
A squeeze from my knees;
Making sure he went deeper
We beat that temperature;
We made it hotter than the burning candle
Written by
Caterina Correia  34/F/Bolton
(34/F/Bolton)   
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     Rob Rutledge and rory
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