Your mouth, may it grin and bite, tease my lips, taking small rounds about my chest. I can't help but tremble when I feel your teeth wear at my skin. Shoulders pressured forward & down to lace two figures together. You find your fingers between fabric & satin, streaking the edge of my hips. A warm contact when I've unveiled a porcelain sodomy. A fever who lays flat about your body, drifting and pushing upward to undress you. My eyes roll back & disarm you. Palms surge up and down, facing sin, a soft sound breaks. Your breath whispers about my ears and I inhale your seduction, one gasp at a time. Your hands seize my inner thigh and dare I not say more.
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