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The Way to my Heart
I sit on the edge of the bed
Still wearing a leather skirt
And strappy heels
Smoldering hot
You kneel
In front of me
Bare chested
Petulant, blue eyes
Lift up my skirt
Moving to the side
Wet, black lace
You enter
Without wasting words
Or love
Fuck me
Deep and whole
Your heartbeat close
And clammy
Pounding its way
Through my cunt
Clean into my soul.
Still wearing a leather skirt
And strappy heels
Smoldering hot
You kneel
In front of me
Bare chested
Petulant, blue eyes
Lift up my skirt
Moving to the side
Wet, black lace
You enter
Without wasting words
Or love
Fuck me
Deep and whole
Your heartbeat close
And clammy
Pounding its way
Through my cunt
Clean into my soul.
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