Flashback

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I can never forget the way you make me feel.
Biting my lip as I close my eyes...
Flashbacks are a bitch.
Breathing hard as my skin tingles remembering the touch of your lips...tongue.
Oh shit...no...don't stop.
Can't sit still as the wave migrate to my center...
Precipitation and swollen members being caressed by phantom fingers...lips...tongue.
Oh shit...no...don't stop.
Sweat beads run down my spine, as my temperature rises
Goose bumps appear as I feel you enter me
Reminiscing how you'd palm my hips as you dive in.
Portals assaulted by invisible lips...tongue.
Ooooo shit...right there...don't stop.
Riding was never my forte
But you encouraged me to start small
Graduating from your lips...tongue
Oooooo shit....please...don't stop.
Unable to control myself as my thighs rub themselves
Causing friction as I imagine the position
Remembering you lovingly massaging them
As you devour me whole with your fingers...lips...tongue
Oooooo God....please...don't stop.
Tasting me on your lips as I kiss you
Feeling your breath on my ear
As you whisper to me
Are you ready for round two.
Mmmmm yeah...no...I won't stop.
The taste of you on my lips
The way you fill my mouth
I long to taste you
But watching you watching me as I take you with my lips...tongue.
Mmmmm yeah...nah...I can't stop
Getting wetter as I feel you getting harder
Your breathing changing and my mouth waters
As I devour you with my finger...lips...tongue.
Mmmmm yeah...fuck it...don't make me stop.
Skin hot and flushed as you grit your teeth
Closing your eye as you push me away
Regaining your composure
But then you ask me
Are you ready for round three?
Ooooo God...here we go...but don't stop.
My back arches as you fill me up
My chambers pulsate
Convulse with the memory of you
But not only about your fingers...lips...tongue
Ooooooo shit....right there...don't stop.
I can't take this shit
I need you right here right now
I can't stop it from taking over me
But in a second its gone...damn.
Flashbacks are a bitch.

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