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Jun 2014
A night of games and mysteries
No limits to the mind  

The pleasures of your touch
Is what I need to unwind
Although it won't take much
Because of the wine

Just the thought of you
gives me a tingle
And the touch will just tickle

So why not start off slow
And get to the point
Caress my neck with your warm warm tongue

Slowly making your way to my ear
I feel the shivers run down my spine

As you start to squeeze on my thigh
I feel the coolness of my lingerie
And it feels nice

As you get closer my legs slowly spread
I hear your grunt
Oh what a man

I grasp desperately at your pants
Than I stop to enjoy your hands
Your kisses tender against my neck

As we go farther
it gets more steamy

As he turns me over
I feel him for the first time
As he thrusts it deeper every time
I can't help but scream out

Oh God what a man.
Irisbetz Agosto
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Irisbetz Agosto  CT
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