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Don't you dare touch yourself. That's my job. I'm going to touch you in public to make you want me in private. But I'm going to make you wait. Make you want it. Feel my arousal. Nails trailing down my spine. Sandwiching your bottom lip between my teeth. I'm counting the minutes until I can taste you.
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Jamaican
For You?
Written by
circa-1994
Jamaican
Published
Apr 6, 2014
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13·57
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#love#life#relationships#cute#sex
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