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He was such a gentleman
The way he touched me
Slow and delicate
As if I were made of glass
The way he kissed me
Long and passionate
Everywhere but where he wanted to be
But I could see it in his eyes
The hunger
For what was between my thighs
He pleaded silently
Kisses grew deeper
Touches more firm
I couldn't resist
Couldn't let him suffer
My smile was the only permission he needed
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