Fmlt V3.0

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I cannot deny the pleasure I feel when my fingers delve inside you until I caress the softness within. I know every minute, damp location; where to stroke in small circles, where to apply pressure, where to aim my fingers when I pound them into the wetness. I know when to use a single finger and when to curl up three, tugging the flesh inside you and gliding over the sensitive nerves that rise to greet them.

Your face is like an graphic book, it displays your sensations with every brush against your flesh, and this just the inside. I can read your muscles, the way they relax to enable me to spread you wide, to pull you apart and use you. My invasion can be relentless, or delivered in teasing glances.

Your wetness: my guide, my reward for my touch. And there, your lips, so soft, so pliant, so easy to torment. Then the bud, your clit, the most teasable prize of all, oh how I enjoy to make it suffer.

…And when I say the words - the ones you need to hear, I adore your convulsions crushing down on me, the spasms felt within, gripping all that is inside you:

“Cum for me.”
 
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I cannot deny the pleasure I feel when my fingers delve inside you until I caress the softness within. I know every minute, damp location; where to stroke in small circles, where to apply pressure, where to aim my fingers when I pound them into the wetness. I know when to use a single finger and when to curl up three, tugging the flesh inside you and gliding over the sensitive nerves that rise to greet them.

Your face is like an graphic book, it displays your sensations with every brush against your flesh, and this just the inside. I can read your muscles, the way they relax to enable me to spread you wide, to pull you apart and use you. My invasion can be relentless, or delivered in teasing glances.

Your wetness: my guide, my reward for my touch. And there, your lips, so soft, so pliant, so easy to torment. Then the bud, your clit, the most teasable prize of all, oh how I enjoy to make it suffer.

…And when I say the words - the ones you need to hear, I adore your convulsions crushing down on me, the spasms felt within, gripping all that is inside you:

“Cum for me.”

Very nice, Matt. :)
 
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