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Dec 2024
A devilish grin, that naughty tease,
Dark hair falls wild, blue eyes that seize.
Spoiled, untamed, with a playful bite,
Tattoos of black and blue ignite.

White stockings climb to knee-high heels,
Thighs part wide, the tension feels.
A deep breath, eyes filled with fire,
Long strokes feeding raw desire.

Nail marks, crimson, trail her skin,
Moving slow, she begs again.
Silent screams, her voice held tight,
Handcuffs click, surrender’s right.

Her hair pulled back, legs wrapped in heat,
Open wide, she can't retreat.
A firm grip on her trembling hips,
Toes curl with every teasing slip.

A slick, smooth glide, bodies collide,
Deep thrusts make the headboard slide.
She gasps, she moans, craving more,
Screaming, "Please... come inside, I’m yours."
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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