im weak with passion. what i need is a mans touch. his hands forever pleasing. those same hands tickling my neck and his lips teasing mine. i want him to look into my eyes as if im the only one. hold me. kiss my neck. my collar bone. his hands itching to unbutton my pants. grabbing my hair so its out of his way. clawing at my shirt cause it blocks his lips. his tongue finding mine. he speaks words of passion and lust. his body pressed to me.
eager.
i dont know if i can last much longer.
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