"I want you to make love to me like there is a war outdoors, between nature and valley. A war between temptation and flesh, but wait not just yet because your cinnamon skin fucks my tongue passionately, constantly. I melt into a puddle, full weight on the floor that you lick up until no more. I travel my lips up and down your masculine build, you feel my exhaustion invading your spine, interrupting your concentration. At this hour, in this moment, I am yours and you are mine."All Rights Reserved
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