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I miss the hiss as my nails go up the back.

As my teeth go in the neck.

As my fingers wrap into hair and tug.

A little harder.

The blood.

The bruises.

The look of distressed ecstasy.

I miss the pounding.

The moaning.

The cries.

For more, harder, faster.

The scent of arousal.

The slick sweat between two bodies.

The hiss….

The kiss…

The fist…

The nails..

The skin…

The teeth…


The tongue…

The hair..

The hiss…

The kiss…

The fist…


Me wet.

Him slick.

The nails…

The fist…

The hiss…

Faster, harder…

The cries.

The finale.

The hiss.


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