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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
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I want to Ink my name across your lips Imprint my love across your chest Transcribe my soul across your dick
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When discussing sexuality, this is the area where I see the least amount of authenticity. Men and women unable to ask for what pleases them because they are afraid of judgement or of violating some of society’s rules. I have seen this both ways. I mean how many women have I seen shame men because


