Beauty From Love
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Last published Sat, Jul 25, 2020
Someone came behind me and whispered
"my beauty" to my ear
"do you like it" he whispered again I could feel his minty breath on on my neck I smelt his cologne he smelt divine. I did recognise that voice and cologne anywhere. He gently traced his fingers on my neck moving my hair to one side placing kisses on my bare neck sending wonderful feeling to my body
Oh god I felt hot suddenly I was soaking wet below how can only his finger and kisses make me feel so good and wet.
It not your everyday kind of love or romance love story it a different one, one from beauty from love
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