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Skin

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By MidnightlightsPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Her eyes are blindfolded as her breasts are caressed, her hands are bound as a flower glides across her lips. Her satisfaction exhausted at his every touch of her body. Her hunger for more keeps her breathless, his lips breach the borders of her measures, his skin pressed against her thigh as he unties her setting her on fire. She pulls the blindfold off as she moves forward grabbing his shirt with her hands and kisses him, her hands begin to undress his shirts his press against her chin as his press against her skin. Her long brown hair begins to dance against her back as she lets him in.

She romanticizes about everything he's done to her, he fantasizes about everything he wants to do too her. In the end, it’s all about the skin, the pleasure of a touch against it, lips caressing it, hands to hold it, the victim we all fall to it.

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