Long breath drew in as my body arched upwards. Screams catching in the back of my throat, a flood escapes between my thighs. Once again, the sins of the flesh have captivated my Sunday morning. Dribbles of dew falling from my slender digits, my tongue stretched to take in the communion of my sins. There is no better healing then self-love.
A.J.Luna
Damn, you sure know how to write em.
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