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My Life As A Human- Entry#689 - The Lure

There is a thirst to understand the desires of the flesh...
The need to touch and be touched... To hunger and be provoked...
The way her body moves cries out 'release me'  let me catapult you to a new level of ecstasy that has nothing to do with my inner core... But instead seduce my inner lure....
Breathe into me the yearning of unshaken freedom...
Wrap your fingers around my mind and massage it to a new level of indescribable uphoria...
Touch my thoughts so deeply that I am driven to the edge of desire and need...
Touching myself and screaming your name in desperate release...
Handcuff me to the bed with your words as they reverberate along my skin, sending goosebumps of hungry anticipation that moisten my sweet perfection.
Handle me.
Make me hum, til I cum and explode in delectable cerebral bliss...
Riding the waves of this, our transcendent synergy.

— Y. Salmon 

Photocredit goes to @wreff.

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