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Night of Privacy
sneaking away
for a night of privacy
a fancy hotel room
white linens
a view of busy city life
I slowly remove my dress
to reveal black lace
you cover me in kisses
the ones I've been dreaming about
you pull me in closer
I can feel your erection
pressing against my stomach
all I can think about
is how I missed your touch
hearing your heavy breathing
clothes scattered across the room
body paint covers the sheets
finally feeling you inside me again
feeling you love me
one hand pulling my hair
the other around my throat
making me scream from pleasure
tightening around you
throwing caution to the wind
passion taking over
causing you to release inside me
it's not enough... I want more
my lips become yours
wrapping them around you
making you moan
only to climb on top of you
taking what I want
you push me on my knees
dominating me
my knees get weak, my toes curl
once again screaming out
as I let the pressure take over
begging you to come for me
you do
I feel you dripping down my thighs
as our sweaty bodies crash to the bed
you gently push my hair from my face
and whisper
"I love you... please come home
don't get back on that plane."
for a night of privacy
a fancy hotel room
white linens
a view of busy city life
I slowly remove my dress
to reveal black lace
you cover me in kisses
the ones I've been dreaming about
you pull me in closer
I can feel your erection
pressing against my stomach
all I can think about
is how I missed your touch
hearing your heavy breathing
clothes scattered across the room
body paint covers the sheets
finally feeling you inside me again
feeling you love me
one hand pulling my hair
the other around my throat
making me scream from pleasure
tightening around you
throwing caution to the wind
passion taking over
causing you to release inside me
it's not enough... I want more
my lips become yours
wrapping them around you
making you moan
only to climb on top of you
taking what I want
you push me on my knees
dominating me
my knees get weak, my toes curl
once again screaming out
as I let the pressure take over
begging you to come for me
you do
I feel you dripping down my thighs
as our sweaty bodies crash to the bed
you gently push my hair from my face
and whisper
"I love you... please come home
don't get back on that plane."
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