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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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…I stop, withdraw from you, and let your feet touch the floor. Our eyes locked together, the intense look on my face only surprised by the low growl emanating from my throat. We both stand momentarily motionless, staring into each other’s eyes, breathing heavy as the passion grows. I raise my right hand and grasp you hair, instinctively you follow my lead, allowing me to turn you around to face the wall, you close your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest, I release my grip from your hair and grasp both your tiny little wrists behind your back, pressing my body against yours, holding you tight against the wall. My lips so close to your ear, in a deep low whisper that is barely audible, forcing you to concentrate on every uttered syllable, I begin to whisper all the things that I am about to do to your body… |
