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This man is no one to me

My mind screams the words, but they die like echoes in an empty cavern

Heto me But I don’t care anymore Because whatever this is, I need it

Tiltingaway from the door until my mouth meets his

This isn’t a soft brush of lips

It’s a violent collision

My teeth s a bite of pain and a faint coppery taste But it hardlythe sea up the drop of blood at the same time

His body crushesmy entire arm between us, ues war as we kiss, wrestling with each other to get closer, to take more

Several drops of wetness slide down his cock and ontohirunts punctuate race or finesse to it, no sweetness to be found anywhere

Just hunger

Just raw, desperate need

My clit is throbbing so hard that every tih ain, want to ride the hard h until I come

Or better yet, I want his cock I want the heat that’s burning my hand to be insidebrand me