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I want him. I want him brushing against me in nakedness. I want him to swallow all my shame with his tongue salivating more and more with every passing moment. I want to be eaten. I want to feel ashamed. I want to be looked at, to be stared at. All my curves, with my arms placed back. I want him drolling over my flesh. I want to see his breath shiver, his moan breaking into bits. And bit by bit he caves himself into me. And inside me he thrusts and stays. We both drip sweat. He smells sweet. He licks me like it's nectar. He loves me so much.

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