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Thursday, October 22, 2009

Heat

The door closes and you are standing behind me. I can feel the heat from your body pressed against my back. Your arms encircle me, pulling mine behind me. With one hand you hold my wrists while the other flicks open my jeans and slips in between my wet folds. Fingers dancing over my clit then plunging inside of me. Whispering in my ear all of my infractions that you have been keeping track of and