11-07-2005, 10:09 AM
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bent
Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: under the weather
Posts: 2,656
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Quote:
Originally Posted by lumberpoet
Flushed with heat, she struggles free
twisting, writhing she escapes
just for a moment, then looks back
the embers glowing in her eyes
Rapt, and eager, he pursues
fist knotting in her hair, he grins
He has control, in this moment
a moan from her lips passes
Lips collide, he presses down
just for a short time she replies
then pulls away again depriving him
his lust boils and boils scalding him
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her face darkens
"I have something to tell you"
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Sìn a nall na cuaranan sin. -- Cha mhór is fheairrde thu iad, tha iad coltach ri cat air a dhathadh
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