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DrabblesHis flawless skin was before me, like the surface of a calm lake. Too perfect and still for my taste. I wanted to graze and mark his skin like a storm that turns the calm lake's surface into a raging inferno of water.
Speaking of inferno, I would wreck this cute of his, leaving his body sore and burning for days, so with every pirouette he'd do the next days he would remember how I made his mind spinning while underneath me…
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