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Erotic thought for the day...
Fourty-one...
My lips lightly enveloped your wanting, swollen head,
Kissing you gently, caressing you with my tongue.
Your fingers gripped into my shower wet hair,
Telling me I'm a good girl, making me feel so young.
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...as the words flowed through my mind.
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Lips
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Tongue
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Taste
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Feel
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Smell
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Become
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