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Sweet, sweet nectar
I shouldn’t have taken that bite
Now your juice trickles out my mouth

It nips at my chin, dropping down my chest
All while dripping, sliding sweetly down my throat

A touch of warmth and a touch of cold
Icy, hot burning, rushing like a river
Pulsing, throbbing, a fire atop a glacier

Juice laced fingers caressing my thigh
Teasing the tips of my lips

It’s my turn now, lifting my hips to put you in
Eyes seizing, rolling back in my head
Hot fiery liquid seeping between my thighs