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Close (3)

Noses, napes of necks nuzzle now, Whispered words wind their way inward, World weary fingers warmly worm while, Nefarious knees notch, now entwined.

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Close (2)

My hands enclose her form, slowly, slowly, softly slipping down. Her back, her hips, her thighs. Pulling her gently closer.

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Close (1)

Little lovely lady with her luscious lovely lips, Softly singing sweetly soaring songs of seduction. Sweetly singing silver strands of soft sound, Lustrous lolling leaves of lustful luminous languishing.

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Down (Complete)

Can’t move don’t wanna can’t think don’t wanna can’t feel don’t wanna but I do Lying awake, but sleeping inside, revolving, revolving, around nothing. sliding down, the nails scrape, sliding down, the body aches, sliding down, I’m afraid, to slide … Continue reading

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Down (Final)

Over the edge, sprawling out on the ledge. I catch my breath, as she slowly descends.

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Down (5)

Pull and strech, a little gain, pull and stretch, a little further, pull and stretch, almost there, pull and stretch up to the top.

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Down (3)

sliding down, the nails scrape, sliding down, the body aches, sliding down, I’m afraid, to slide so far down.

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Down (2)

Lying awake, but sleeping inside, revolving, revolving, around nothing.

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Down (1)

Can’t move don’t wanna can’t think don’t wanna can’t feel don’t wanna but I do

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Did We Win? (Complete)

The ball is in motion in the backfield the line holds, holds, holds, a man breaks through and rushes forward the ball flies into the air. The passer goes down in a tackle the yellow flag hits the ground, before … Continue reading

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