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4 o'clock

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your footsteps were silent, as you walked across the kitchen floor

gasping with surprise when your arms

wrapped around my waist, your hands slowly

begin to explore

your hard body rubbing against mine, a soft

moan escapes my lips, my head falling to rest

on your shoulder

your tongue leaving a trail of fire from my throat

to ear, I turned in your arms, our lips meeting

with an intense hunger

you undress me slowly, sitting me on the counter

your fingertips brushing my skin, leaving 

chilly bumps

sinking to your knees, placing my legs behind

your head, your tongue darts out quickly across

my button, causing me to jump

your tongue dips into my sweetness, until

my orgasm shakes my very core

you stand, licking my honey off your lips

this is the first time you have come home

from work at four

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