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The journey of your teasing touch. From your thumb caressing my pouty lower lip to your hand grasping my left breast, you leave goosebumps and quivering muscles in your wake. Sliding down my abdomen, my hand rests on top of yours as it makes its way to where I want and need it the most. You have other plans though. Pushing my hand away, your hand goes to my inner thigh and back up to my abdomen, before finally settling on my mound, your fingers becoming dampened by my juices.
Teasing. Torturing.
Fucking perfect.








