Circles of my fingernail like a comma stroke back and forth along my clit, soft, hard, indents with emphasis. My arm quivers as I try to keep my eyes open so I can see you enjoying me too. Breathe pants, neck falls back on the pillow with a ragged yelp. Any particular talents? Overdosed, God was more than generous. Turn me on with your words, turn me on with your confidence, turn me on with your kindness.
MarryJ
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