Fumbling in the Dark

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good memories develop in a darkroom
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Alone together
in the dim amber light
behind the locked door
heavy metal cranked
to the max, your hair
smells of smoke.

Your velvet cock
pulses in my mouth
and your cum
tastes sweeter
than maple syrup.

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PiscatorPiscatorover 2 years agoAuthor

Thanks after all, this is Literotica

29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowover 2 years ago

all six senses - including carnality - triggered and satisfied

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