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Mine.

 
Lips spit finger clit.
Rub pinch till you're
within an inch.
Stop move fingers away
Think of yesterday.
Don't you dare return
till I give the word.
Whispered barely heard.

So intense is the feeling
all senses realing .
Torture you might say
not allowed to have your way.

That you lost along time ago
when you signed that you were
mine.
My pet my toy my private joy.
carletto47
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