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Thirst
My lips moisten with your nectar as you stroke my nipples creating a rhythm and beat in accordance with my heart.
I am as a harp caressed tenderly, slightly pulling my strings whilst firmly but gently laying between your thighs.
The hair on my neck raises as you arch my back and spread my cheeks...tiny droplets of sweat gather joining one to another rolling down my spine.
My clit throbs as it becomes swollen achingly needing any form of penetration building up of knots in my abdomen.
I am as a harp caressed tenderly, slightly pulling my strings whilst firmly but gently laying between your thighs.
The hair on my neck raises as you arch my back and spread my cheeks...tiny droplets of sweat gather joining one to another rolling down my spine.
My clit throbs as it becomes swollen achingly needing any form of penetration building up of knots in my abdomen.
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