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Having sex with you feels like rose petals on my clit. Soft yet pinches in all the right places. The petals brush my skin ever so lightly and then the stem comes. Thorns still in tact, they pinch and scrape against my skin but I don't mind the pain. It's like the way your finger tips trace up my arms and breasts, leading up to my neck. Your fingers wrap around it and then the pressure is applied. I'm floating. Your face is the only thing I can see as fog surrounds us. I want you to go harder, deeper. The thorns cut into my skin and I moan out in pleasure. The petals start to tickle, I can't keep my composure any longer. Louder, louder, deeper, deeper. I want more of you but I cannot be greedy. But I do enjoy the softness of your fingers like petals on my skin. So for now I will fall asleep to it.