“Skin like starlight, floral lips,” I start as she locks her ankles behind my back and tears at the button on my jeans. “Hair like rubies, eyes like emeralds.” “Seriously, shut the fuck up,” she says, but the words come out in a fervent whisper as she frees the heavy length of my cock and holds it in her hand, squeezing me, stroking me, drawing much less sweet and much less soft moans from my own mouth. “Do you have trouble with the truth?” I tease as she kisses me like I'm the only man in her life, the only one that matters. It doesn't bother me that I have to share her, but it does feel nice
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