moment
her cheek brushed his and there passed between an undeniable warmpthanother time
he clasped her neck in his left hand as her voice tickled his ear
I want to feel you inside of me
she'd been drinking too much champagnehe never wrote down
those bubbles always got to her so quicker
boy I'm pretty drunk, she said
better get you out of those wet things then
sarah replied, reaching for the top button
lines of soap mingled with the collective pubesso one night, before he began to masturbate over family members, young children, the elderly, covet another's spouse
between the yellow tiles, he cradled his balls
tony's eyes made contact, the shower curtain was open just enough
he wondered how to sustain that moment before the goo
when everything waits - the hard on is on come
jesus is gone by then,
no hands on my head
but kali
I can feel her lips on my cock.
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