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Aug 13
In the heat of the moment, she pushed me back,
Eyes dark with desire, igniting the track.
She took control, a fierce, wild flame,
I'll never forget how she whispered my name.

She sank to her knees with a look so bold,
A rhythm deliberate, tender yet cold.
Her touch was slow, her strokes a dance,
In that instant, I fell into her trance.

Her tongue swirled and licked with skill so fine,
Each movement, a spark, a shiver down my spine.
I lost all time, caught in her tide,
An eternity wrapped in passion's glide.

In that moment, nothing else mattered,
My senses blurred, my defenses shattered.
Then, with a force that I couldn’t contain,
I came hard, lost in her reign.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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     guy scutellaro and Jeremy Betts
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