We are watching an X-Files marathon
In your place
Appartment
You start to cry about
The loss of your sister
And mother
You cry on my shoulder gently kissing it with
Your lips and tears
I hold your face kiss you
Soon I am on top of
You
Saying sweet things
You gently say
That I am the only woman you have been
With
In any way
I start to take of your shirt
And you get harder
And bigger
I cannot resist
Riding you
Loving you
And letting get off
On me
I feel like we are like Mulder and Scully
Only as misfits
In an not so understanding world
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my love is my doctor: erotica
Romancefrom my infamous wordpress account love is my love is my doctor. this was when I had a few steamy relationships with some doctors. Warning sexual containt
