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28 Sep

She tells me it makes her
Clench,
And I can feel it
Around my crossed
Fingers,
In the way I grip
My cock,
Stroking in time
To the image
Placed in my
Mind,
Remembering
How her thighs jerk
Closed
And her hands
Gripped my arm
As I listen to
Her cry in my ear,
My name chanted,
In time with
My head bouncing
Off the pillow as I
Jerk and shake.

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