I walked away knowing I’d be back. She was mine.
A whore I could not resist; a tease of sin and guiltless sex. She wanted the smack of my hand and the sting
of my words. “Tell me I’m your slut” she
would whisper and scream, depending on the moment. She opened her legs to adventure and I
obliged. She sucks, I cum, She
swallows. A scene that plays redundant
but neither of us tire from. We could
never be, but we would never stop. She
returns to hers and I to mine, ignoring the knowledge of next time.
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