|| CREATIVE THINKING

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Your lips are like fire, they burn everything they touch and yet I crave the blissful pain. Your hands wrapped around my thighs as you pull my body closer, my hands in your hair as I breathe you in like air. I love the way you say my name, through moans and grunts, as I tug on your hair. There's so many things that I want to do to you, so many ways I want to pleasure you. If only we had forever, I'd show you.