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Carnivore
I sink my fingers deep
It's not like you're going to fuck me
It's a slow thrum
Of a song only I know
Humming inside myself
Wet and wanton and wilting
Is it because I've always been willing?
It's sticky and sweet and resistible
Smeared heat on my thighs
My own fingers squeezing my throat
The haze of pleasure flushing my cheeks
The practiced snap of my hips thrusting me over the edge and into infinitesimal oblivion
It's not like you're going to fuck me
It's a slow thrum
Of a song only I know
Humming inside myself
Wet and wanton and wilting
It's sticky and sweet and resistible
Smeared heat on my thighs
My own fingers squeezing my throat
The haze of pleasure flushing my cheeks
The practiced snap of my hips thrusting me over the edge and into infinitesimal oblivion
It's not like you're going to fuck me
Published 26th Nov 2020
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- Edited 21st Dec 2021 2:45am
28th Nov 2020 4:07pm
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25th Apr 2021 3:53am
excellent subject, love the redactions and a wonderful messy pleasure session. well penned.
