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Dear Ms. 737,
What I wouldn't give to be the one to bring that blush to your cheeks, to be the cause of those beautiful moans. You are beautiful. And I'mm in agony.
-- j
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Dear Ms. 737,
What I wouldn't give to be the one to bring that blush to your cheeks, to be the cause of those beautiful moans. You are beautiful. And I'mm in agony.
-- j
You, me, and probably countless thousands who are too shy to post
Ashmedi is an ancient god of rage and lust. I don't feel rage, but the lust part fits like a glove.
"Cheer up, things could be worse" somebody once told me. So I cheered up, and sure enough, things got worse.
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It goes without saying that her submission threatens to shut off the front part of my brain, but I was quite taken with her confession as well. She was charming and clever and funny. Pillar-of-raw-sexuality aside, I was left thinking that it would be delightful to have tea with her.
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