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tinalibcomDecember 4, 2015. I feel your eyes on me. As you sit in your chair. There across the room. A glass of whiskey dangling. From your long fingers. They burn, those eyes. Though they’re ice blue. They burn me to my core. Knowing you like to watch. I run my hands slowly. So slowly over my lovely curves. I smile to myself. And part my lips. My tongue darts out to wet them. You get up from your chair. And leisurely walk to me. Leaning over you kiss me long. And deep, just the way I like. December 4, 2015.
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