Smut Peddler
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Smut Peddler

Perfection…

In Sync

Photo by Sabina Tone on Unsplash

I wake as I always do, wrapped loosely in your arms. Love is the force that holds me tight, keeps me from moving. Your breathing is even, so perhaps you are asleep. I try to be still, but your hand on my belly slides under my tank top. Your breath is warm on my ear whispering good morning before you kiss my neck.

I love the way I am trapped, unable to move. My ass cradles your erection and I roll my…

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