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Robbed of oxygen,

My body flew to that place,

Of mystic pleasure.

Where senses,

Abounding,

Driving me higher.

His cock was wedged within my throat, 

His loving hand,

Squeezing me as I crave,

My ecstasy so close, 

As my sense build,

He pushes still further,

And I feel his delicate touch, 

Brushing against my swollen lips,

Its swirling,

Powerfully,

Then….

I’m there.

Published 4 years ago

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