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passion

Why I want him oh so much.His face,his sweet touch.I taste his whiskey lips to mine so hard a kiss.His hand brushes my breast i don't mind.Can't wait till we meet again,i could swallow him whole with passion he keeps me begging for more like a dog at the kitchen door.
Written by Sarah (Daughter of Light)
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