Scarred lip

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She's​ a beautiful girl from South Africa who I fucked.
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She sat shivering next to me
Electric blue eyes staring nervously at her lap
Her fingers and thumbs restless.
Golden hair falling perfectly round her sun kissed skin,
I want to reach out and feel her buzz with energy,
Grip her soft thighs and work up, higher and higher.
Sweat is dripping down her face like an erotic tear.
I slowly, gently kiss the age old scar on her bottom lip.
Still moving higher, her hands move with mine.
Her face is washed in a colour like ripe cherries
But she smiles, showing her dimples, so I carry on.
She moves my fingers in and out of her,
Her eyes rolling back as she groans with pleasure
I'm loving it as much as she is!
Then her whole body vibrates as she lets out more and more enthusiastic moans,
Instantly, every muscle in her toned body relaxes.
She lies on the bed, breathing heavily,
As I watch her chest rise and fall
I notice every curve, every crevice, every movement.
She looks up at me, grins, and whispers "again!"

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