Reminded of time spent,
each time I look at my skin.
Pretty marks on my inner thighs,
take me back to where I've been.
Feeling the torture of his palm,
pain and pleasure mixed with sin.
With his fingers acting as bow,
He plays my clit, the violin.
He strokes harder as I moan.
My thighs feel the sensation of pins.
Juices flowing freely now,
I float away as my head spins.
Fingers dipped in deep,
Not wanting this to end.
With complete abandon, I explode.
He continues...I cum again!
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