CONAN She is the bane of my existence, the touch of her smooth hands was the only rhythm my soul would dance to for eternity.I was infected and she was the virus, it ate deeper and left me with wild thoughts. Hella crazy.Before I could protest, her fingers wrecked more damage and broke loose the pent-up emotions, a fine blend of desire and desperation. And rudely, they move on to trace the fine line of my lips, with her amber-coloured eyes beckoning to be possessed.It was her moment and I was her muse, so I obeyed, not like my lustful soul left me a choice. She pinned her toes on the ground and tilted her chin upward, taking me in violent episodes of kisses, her tongue lubricating my parched lips.I pressed her onto my abs and deepened the kiss, igniting the bolts of pleasure that coursed in my veins.She broke the kiss with a naughty grin plastered on her face, it was intentional and I was too stimulated to give a fuck.Like a puppy, I followed her lead and when she lay on the
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