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| The only sin passion can commit is to be joyless
Seduce me with those whispered desires and heated fantasies, let me savor the chorus of your gasp and moan, the symphony of your wanton words. Let us move to the rhythm and thunder of pounding hearts, and bask in the shine of slick flesh. Then fall once more in decadent glory.
I want temptation and lust. I want your passion to be evident and subdued. I want you quivering if only for a touch, knowing that everything that follows will only make you want to start again. Submit in the moment, not when the right moment comes...
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