Why do I kiss you slowly down by the ankle and work my way up to your inner thigh?
Why do I slowly move up your belly and beneath your breasts?
By the time I reach your neck it pulses so strongly that the your sweet red blood practically pulses forth as I rise and fall between your smooth hips pushing in deeper as your blood drips down to your shoulder where I will lap it up later. You beg for more. But I must save you. I love you too much . . .
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PriestessNemophilist
06:44 Jan 02 2014
nicely written...