Leaving his Mark (Extreme Editing)

Leaving his Mark (Extreme Editing)

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***** My eyes unconsciously gazed over every crevice of his perfectly sculpted upper body. His broad shoulders exampled the effects of how well his body was shaped. This is a man who takes great pride in how he looks. His lower abdomen was tantalizingly sculpted. His stomach was moulded into sheer definitive perfection, each individual muscle emphasised his hip bones which delved beyond the navy sweatpants that covered his lower body. I looked up and found him staring back at me. His eyes were the winner. They were neither brown nor green but a deep hazel. They gazed back at me and I felt like every private thought, memory and feeling I have experienced were now out in the open, as if he could read every single detail. This man was the sheer definition of masculinity. ****
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"Like I said... you want me." I stepped towards the door and looked back. I'll be leaving now, you know staying the hell away from you like you "wanted" ". I turned around and looked at him. He stalked towards me angrily. I placed my hand on his hard muscular chest. "Try to forget me now." I smirked deciding to mess him up further. "I'm soaking wet, and you made that happen." I trailed my hand down his chest and reached into my short and touch my soaking p***y and pulled it out. I waved my finger in front of his face showing his the evidence. He grabbed my hand, stopping my movement. He looked me dead in eyes and stuck my finger in his mouth; he closed his eyes sucking my finger clean. He slowly took my finger out, his jaw clinching. And what he said, hit me right to my aching core. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day and never get enough. Let me..fuck! So fucking delicious! I need more!" He dropped to his knees in front of me. Well shit just got real.

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