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Thursday Nights

I can’t wait to have his hands all over my body. His sensational skin gliding over mine. Global wetness with more bounce at every ounce. I can’t wait to be spoiled rotten; be treated to a ticket to the present. Embodiment is what his presence brings me. His fingers fondling my behind because there are knots there. I can’t wait to have his hands everywhere.

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