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Your hands know me
Caressing, kneading, pinching, and twisting their way down my body until they find what they are looking for
Your touch makes me squeal, moan, sigh and spread my legs wide for you
Your fingers dance at my entrance, teasing and toturing me as I grow wet for you
You watch me writhing underneath you
I belong to you and you take what is yours
You enter me sinking in slowly and I hear your moan
I am home
Peace
'iz
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You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm
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