All I want is you
The night passed in waves, each moment flowing into the next, leaving me feeling entirely cherished, and as morning neared, I drifted off in his arms, enveloped in a sense of calm and deep connection that felt almost unreal.
“Nathan,” I called, wrapped tight in his arm, his penis still in me and his fingers playing with my nipples. “You are not alone,” I said.
He pressed a little tiger, his penis still in my vagina clicked. “All I want is you,” he whispered back.
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