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4d
I took my time, teasing slow,
her body writhing, letting go.
Four times she came, her body still wanting more.
she wasn’t even close to finished—I sensed allure.

She pushed me back, desire in her eyes,
took me in her mouth, no surprise.
Tongue in rhythm, perfect, precise,
the intensity hit like lightning, thrice.

When I came, she didn’t relent,
milking every drop, her gaze, her intent.
More than I knew I could ever need,
spent beside her, fulfilled indeed.

That night is one I’ll never forget,
Her hunger matched, no regret.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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