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this is a read at your own risk kind of thing...i warned. cold against my skin,fingers entwined in my hair. "you like that?"you question. Hands moving to my hips. "comere,"you say. You pick me up and push me against the wall. Hard kisses,nibble,lick. Hands on my breasts,kissing my neck. light bites on my shoulder. pin my hands above my head,as you are inside me. my legs around your body ... ... You wake up the next morning,and hear me in the kitchen. You see me in just an apron making breakfast. Cz thats how I roll..
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