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| I want you. I want you because when you're in my arms, you are a toy, a plaything, feminine incarnate. I want to feel you, to use you, to enjoy your delicate subtle hungers. I want you to wonder whats next, confident that somewhere, it means the world to me that you are so very open, so truly cleary free to me. I want to taste your sweat, to see your eyes dart, to feel you quiver. I want you, and you love it.
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