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Nov 3
Your hand slides through my hair,
Gripping tightly, pulling me in,
Eyes locked, filled with hunger,
My breath quickens as you take control.

Your lips crash against mine,
Demanding, hard, and deep,
I moan into your mouth,
My body melting into your touch,
Needing more, craving every bit of you.

Your grip tightens, pulling me closer,
My body responds, wanting to give in,
To feel the intensity of your claim,
Iā€™m lost in the rhythm,
Every movement sends waves of pleasure.

You push me further, pressing me down,
I ache for more, for the force of your need,
The way you make me feel alive,
Filling every inch of me with fire,
Each ****** taking me deeper into bliss.

Your hand pulls my head back,
Marking my skin with your lips,
I feel the power in your touch,
And I surrender to the pleasure,
To the force of being completely yours.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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