An iconic fairytale
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I looked her dead in the eyes. Walked up to Damien, gently placed my hands on him, and began caressing his face in a way i knew he so desperately wanted.
he stared deep into my eyes... his gaze moving down my thighs, our bodies tied to eahother. I knew he loved it, I could see it in his eyes.
he came closer...
our lips touched and I could feel his hand moving gently up my body,
he pulled me closer... his hand on my neck, pushing me against the wall.
He leaned even closer, and I could feel his boner rising. It was hard. I could feel his d!ck going up my thighs.
His hands held onto my neck grabbing me, pushing my lips on his.
Then he stopped.
"I can't do this" he whispered, still staring into my eyes.
He had fallen for me, I could see the spark in his eyes.
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