I worked her button cautiously as she nervously closed her
eyes. She was a bird I wished not to
startle into flight. Her innocence was
ripe for the picking and I placed my lies and half truths with perfect
whispers. Her shudders, as my hands traced
her skin, caused me to pause every so often while I fought my own
cravings. Her breath held when I dipped
into her heat. Slowly, I’d stripped away
her threaded protection and replaced it with me. When I finally slipped into her wetness it
was then I allowed the hunger within me to escape.
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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Anyra
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