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Sinful

When you moan, I can think of no better sound. When you whisper, �I want you to fuck me.� I can think of no sweeter words. Try as I might, I know I will never be able to find something that motivates me more than when you whisper, �don�t stop.� I don�t quite understand how these sounds and words can have such an effect on me, how they can cause my blood to boil and my heart to race and my mind to become focused on a singular task. Pleasing you. It seems to be all I think about these days. Thoughts of your body plague me like some bitter sweet torture, something that I don�t need in the moment but I can�t help but want every minute of every day. I can still smell the scent of the air after I�ve just fucked you, I can still taste your pussy on my tongue, I can still feel how tight you are around my fingers, I can feel your nails on my back gripping and pulling me closer and I can still feel your lips wrapped around my tongue, sucking and licking. It sometimes makes me wonder what else you can do with that sinful mouth of yours.