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The muscles in his body twitch 
He pulls a little harder, 
Causing rope burns on his wrists 

Throws his head back on a moan
Sinks his teeth into his lip,
And exposes his throat

Tenses his thighs and bucks his hips
Dipping my head again,
Taking another lick

Looks down at me with crazy in his eyes
A sultry wink,
And he knows that he's mine.

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