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The Dark Side Forbidden thoughts for you, sweetest lover I crawl, head down to you waiting... for some sign that your pleased and not unlike myself you're always wanting more so I offer my mouth and you react with a smack that makes my heart leap with unsatiated desire again, again the hot stinging on my cheek burning through my loin aching for your disatisfaction you stroke my hair and hold my face in your hands your tongue like sandpaper across my throat until I collapse, spellbound, back at your feet |
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