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whispered, again collided his lips, this time it was sensual; soft and rhythmic like a lover wants to have a feist over his beloved,
“I want you thinking of me,”
*captured again*
“I want your eyes on me… *capture* when I make love to you,” I grabbed him from his nape,
“I want your hands on me… *capture and pant* every time… all the time, oh baby ahm,” I tightened my grip around him,
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