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Night Calls
He calls me
at some
ridiculous hour
just
to hear me
breathing and sighing
heavily
after he tells me
how much he
misses
the way my lips
would wrap
themselves
around his big
hard cock
until he was pulsating
as I quivered
all over him.
I tell him that I miss
the way
his cock invaded
me
until I was gaping
but deep down
that's not the truth
but I make sure
he makes me cum
first
and then
I disconnect the call.
Well.
He should've thought
about that
before I left the country.
No use crying
over
spilled milk now.
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