Pleasure without privilege.
A mattress, small and damp.
Double jointed legs rise in hopeless matrimony
Strange migrations…
Her lips burrow into mine.
“Beautiful!”
“Merciless!”
“Tongue!”
:She is in tears and she bites.
:My face jerks and wiggles.
:Her breasts dazzle my eyes.
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