Wanting Her

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She touched me like he never did: her kisses soft and passionate, his clumsy and unwanted, her soft hands like silk on my goose-bumped skin, his like sandpaper.

When he’s deep inside me I think of her talented tongue deep in my hole, licking my juices that flow readily. 

I sneak into her room at night for tender kisses and more. I want and need more of my sister-in-law with every passing day. 

I hear my husband asleep next door while her soft moans whisper in my ear, and softer thighs caress my cheeks while I satisfy my hunger.

Published 3 years ago

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