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Forecast for tonight......WET

I moan because it's hurting
I call it sex,and pain
I checked the forecast down below
and it's about to RAIN
I feel the wetness coming
right between my thighs
I scream your name
to ease the pain
that's showing in my eyes
you notice and pull back gently
then stop,but I say no
I pull you close
whisper in your ear
"Baby,take it slow."
Written by PRIVATEPLACES
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