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Your hands, gentle and strong,
grip my bare shoulders.
Your long fingers squeeze.
I hear you murmur
from behind.
I glance to the side.
In the mirror I see
how ready you are.
I lean forward slightly
inviting you in.
I await your penetration,
slick skin on skin.
You know how impatient I am.
The length of you
between my thighs
gliding, refusing, making me wait.
I growl in frustration.
You chuckle, reach down and open me up,
your long fingers, stroking in.
I bite my lip, tweak my nipples.
You allow me to have just the tip.
I push back, begging wordlessly for more.
With a groan, you thrust,
obliging once more.
At last, you give me
what I beg for.
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