Long before four, it comes...
The slick skin. Firmness. Knees spreading legs apart. Helplessness. Utter exhaustion. Laying spent. Spasming uncontrollably. The taste.
Eye Miss
Tongues seeking and probing. Bitten bottom lips. Crying, screaming, moaning. Mumbling incoherently. The lack of comprehensible thought. The arched back. Calves upon shoulders.
Eye Miss
The sight and the sound. Gasping breaths. Clenched hands. The stroke. Tingling skin. Fingers reaching deep. The grip. The joy in repititon. Wetness, hot and sticky.
Eye Miss
Tangled bedsheets. Scattered clothing. Raspy voices. Synchronized release. Coarseness against thighs. The willingness. Panting and sighing. Comfortable slumber.
This I miss...
I'm only human.
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