Scrawney’s dark corner of erotic filth.

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I want both sides
 
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He watched me. Watched me slide my fingers into the slick mess of me, pull them out, rub the wetness across my face and lips, and suck them into my mouth. I smelled of need. For him. And I watched him watch me. I saw the darkness flash behind his eyes and the curl of his lip. He could taste me in his mind and wanted to lick the sex from my face. Bury himself. Where he belonged.

Not my words.
 
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