Coup de Grace

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Sweet sinful fingers caressed my skin
Salacious tongue plays with my lower lip making me lustful.
Rough gentle hands held my waist pulling me closer
Consuming me
Making me absorb him

No nectar could compete with the sweetness of this bittersweet moment.

Kisses trailed along my collar bone
Down to my back
Goosebumps awoke

I was spun around swiftly
Placed against the headboard as I was being filled.

Not knowing the danger of being filled I delighted in my ruination

Savoring these alluring kisses he kissed again
And I was given my ultimate kiss of death

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