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Nov 2
Sitting across from you in the bathtub
Staring into your eyes as I lift your leg out the water
Placing your ankle on my shoulder as I draw illustrations along your calf with my tongue
You moan my name so prettily as you lean your head back against the wall
I had to remind you that my tongue cleanses you like nothing else.
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Taÿpen
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   Jeremy Betts
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