grin

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As he kisses my neck

I feel chills throughout my body

His hands tend to travel below my waist line

He claims he'll stay after hes done

But they never do

He slides my lacy red thongs

Down my pale legs and thick thighs

He kisses my special place

I softly moan not wanting him to ever stop

He gives my an mischievous grin

I know he's up to something

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