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Her chest heaves from her sprinting escape,
Sounds of the water, the feet moving in the streets.
Her eyes tearing from the day’s eve..
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Crying
Sobbing
Pain
then..
Nothing.
He comes out to tempt me,
Knows what I'm feeling.
He can sympathize...
Or so he SAYS
I'm on the..
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She is the way she rubs herself against my hand,she is the way her hips rock roughly into my arm,she is the throaty moan that sounds so musical in my ..
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Her lips are aKISSHer breasts are aTOUCHHer p***y is aFUCKHer throat is aMOANbeautiful red shade, soft and moist:KISSperfect handfuls, gently grasping..
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He pushes inside me.
Pumping in and out.
Harder, faster I imagine
Almost immediately,
I feel him on top of me,
pumping harder, faster.
I am ..
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Not finished, a work in progress. Would love constructive criticism.
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This is the measure of a love,So discerning.So vile.This man who comes along,He believes he knows who, what I am.From my supposed beauty.My fairness.T..
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