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7d
the open more of
    waiting,     almost
eye-watering yawn

& his hotwet breath.
oh   His hot breath
brothe new day,

suckling     oily     fingers
turning page page after page
just to read. ahead

there is pleasure...in the
wait    ******* stretch of
interlacing muscly almosts

nothings nows ending
tensing tingling when
matt r
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matt r  25/M/UK
(25/M/UK)   
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