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Sweet 16
She lays there,
Another lamb in the herd,
Presenting me with a gift of lust.
A morsel of soft flesh
To be lain firmly against my lips.
She quivers,
Goosebumps quickly take over soft skin,
Her cheeks turning a rosy red,
And her lips now intoxicatingly wet.
Swollen slightly, but still full of passion.
She breathes heavily,
Her hands now running through her hair,
Biting her fingers to stay quiet,
Letting out slight moans
Only to be abruptly silenced.
It's her sweet 16
Not getting that of sweet kisses,
But rather an elaborate slobbering,
And a chauffeured moment of bliss
In the back seat of her mothers car.
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