He wanted to feel my hands pulling on his locs
As he was face down and my pussy up
His beard gripped thigh tight
He imprinted me
Drawing his brand with his tongue
Across my lips
Across my clit
Across my slit
Drinking from the key of life
Until he was as bulletproof as his namesake
Wandering & Wondering 
Yesssssssss!!!!!!!
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