This Thing Called Sex

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            White knuckles, brass buckles. Grip my hips and lick your lips. Too much, too fast. Slow down and make it last. Harder, faster, deeper! Damn, just like that. You’re a keeper!

            Grease it up and ride it. Turn on the lights, don’t hide it. Yeah come on it’s almost there! Bite my back, pull  my hair.

             Then it’s done, I think you’ve won. Give me a minute and I’ll reload that gun.

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