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TEETHING TROUBLE Armed to the teeth with teeth (all newly acquired) you delight in biting me leaving little indented marks like moons that glow on my arms. “Don’t let her bite you like that! ” Her mother scolds both her & me. I laugh. “Let her practice! ” My flesh willing to be bitten to ease her teething troubles. she looks up at me (all chortles and drool) takes another nip of me “Naw...naw...naw! ” gnawing at my flesh smiling up at me with all her little teeth. I kiss her on the top of her adorable head adorned with a classic kiss curl. “Da...da...da! ” she thanks me.
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
TEETHING TROUBLE
TEETHING TROUBLE Armed to the teeth with teeth (all newly acquired) you delight in biting me leaving little indented marks like moons that glow on my arms. “Don’t let her bite you like that! ” Her mother scolds both her & me. I laugh. “Let her practice! ” My flesh willing to be bitten to ease her teething troubles. she looks up at me (all chortles and drool) takes another nip of me “Naw...naw...naw! ” gnawing at my flesh smiling up at me with all her little teeth. I kiss her on the top of her adorable head adorned with a classic kiss curl. “Da...da...da! ” she thanks me.
donall-dempsey
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
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