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Friday, March 21, 2025

Fuck me…

Let’s burn the night down. Let us singe with the ash of the wood barricading us behind these walls. Going mmmm, come here. Amazed with the touch felt through sensitive nerves eager to please in a descending fall. Into the flames we should dive. Loosening to the heat as we shed our clothes. Naked and engulfed in desires as the fire wraps us up, tucked away from life. Naughty me, dirty lil you. Creating a blaze that’ll make sweat evaporate. I’ll do my best to make you wet so we survive tonight. This the only thing that’ll save us from attractions fate. Slipping and sliding as our bodies play unselfishly. Sipping on me, tasty lil ol you.  Licked and sliding into the oven for tastebuds to explode. Oh the use. Dripping and in tuned with the vibe reaching for passion’s best. We’re easy to be in the mood. I’m all in no matter how hot the moment gets. Let’s act out our truths. As raunchy and distasteful in any which way we can possibly cross the line. Swim with me. I’ll skinny dip in your depths and control the motion pulsating your throb. Let’s watch the smoke come from our dreams. I’m in sync with the gasoline ignited by your presence entangling me with more than thoughts. We can take our illusion and put them to use. Delusion we’ll follow suit. Bringing clarity to clearer skies come morning once we’ve been sexually abused. The rougher the better to ease the crave. My excitement is your oxytocin released to enjoy the pain. My my my, would you mind? If I, rearranged your face. Mean mug me. Want it as you look back at me needing more. Heavy panting will speak without words. I too am a whore. Under the stars as the fire pit mimics our flow. Dancing with the movement of pleasure lighting up a gasp. Get it, go, feel me deep. You’re too much, I’m just not gonna last. There’s a beauty in me that reciprocates the glowing ora you’ve entered. With boiling pulses we roast for the consumption of us. Sizzling we cook our sexual preferences to perfection. Flickering in the stares we can’t seem to look away from, witnessing luv…

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