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His lips taste like flowers. Silky, soft, and sweet. I want to taste more. His clear pale skin is an empty canvas waiting to be touched. I paint my tongue across his neck, leaving a trail of saliva over his bruised body. I get drawn back to his lips, teasing and tempting my tongue at the entrance. I trespass into the abyss of his mouth, leaving no room to breathe. His legs shudder and he loses the will to stand on his own. I hear his unsteady heartbeat pound against mine. As I lean down to his ear, I gently tug at his earlobe and whisper into his ears. "I will fuck you until you can't stand."

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