need that feeling to savor every breath you. Play one to one phone irregular heartbeats, and so calm.
I'm dying to go your skin with my fingers, weaving and gently tickle. Following the path of your legs, slowly, that rushing is not good. Playing the piano in your column, enjoying every note and excited when your skin crawl.
I look forward
range of flavors that fill the room. I love your scent, it leaves my sheets soaked dreams every night.
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