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Delicious Anticipation
His hand in my hair,
The breathless anticipation,
Dripping down my thighs,
Waiting for the moment,
He chooses,
To tighten his hand into a fist,
And pull.
The breathless anticipation,
Dripping down my thighs,
Waiting for the moment,
He chooses,
To tighten his hand into a fist,
And pull.
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