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Unfathomable Sex

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Unfathomable Sex

My legs are guilty, bruised at the thigh from another mans waist.
My lips are tainted, blurred, swollen from his kisses.
My mouth tastes of him, of a cigarette partially smoked and left to smoulder at the bedside, forgotten.
My skin burns from the weight of him.
My hair is damp from his sweat, my jaw clenches as his teeth graze my neck and his body tightens, trembles, and releases.
He lifts his head and his blonde hair falls, just touching my cheeks as he looks down at me, lips parted, skin glossy, the pupils of such brilliant blue eyes dilated.
He doesn’t fuck me, he makes love to me.


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