I’m imagining our scents together.
I don’t remember what your scent is, nor do I remember liking it, but I’m imagining you deep inside of my body, fumbling through that motion, eyes locked so deeply we’re radiating iridescent orange.
I wonder how hard you’d be if I sucked your nipples. Maybe in some quiet cottage… Maybe you’d rather we just do it in the street.
No… no, not you.
I bet you like to keep your cumming a secret.
I can’t imagine you’d want the world to see.
You don’t even want me to see.
You don’t even see me.




Well, wow.
Reeling from the raw.
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