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the palm of your hand fits snug against the base of my neck
fingers laced through my hair
pulling my throat taut and exposed
to your teeth
to your tongue
as you lick the salt from my skin
starting between my breasts
tracing the tip along my sternum
bringing it to rest in the hollow of my throat
nibbling ever so
softly
on the curve of my clavicle
brushing your mouth
against my shoulder
a chill runs down
my spine
as your lips
so sweet
they linger so close my
breath
catches in my throat
my body shudders
you whisper in my ear
relax
i can't but i do
to please you
i'm rewarded with your mouth pressed hard against mine
your fingers slipping slowly inside me
teasing
waiting
wanting
i arch my back
feel the cold metal
brush my
skin
hands
bound behind my back
i sit on your lap
you're packing i feel
your cock
pressing against my thigh
i want it inside
me
my heart beats
faster
you're fucking me harder I'm
begging
whispering
wanting
your cock so deep
your teeth
trace over my neck
your tongue
licks the salt from the hollow of my throat
tracing the tip along my sternum
gently
sweetly
kissing the space
between my breasts