I can't help how he makes me feel. The way my heart starts beating faster than usual. Butterflies in my stomach. My face gets so hot 2108Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhSVGfyWzlP
and I can't control the urges. The flames are getting higher and so is my desire. 2108Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrcmLMqKZy7
The way he smiles melts my heart. A slender physique, dark almond eyes, a protruding Adam's apple, high cheekbones and a jawline so defined, it could cut paper. His lips are nude, blending in with his pale complexion. Absolutely kissable. His hair so soft and curly. 2108Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB5EZan8TzJ
It's obvious he doesn't have to do much with it. It falls perfectly on his shoulders, enhancing his features. The way he walks. The way he laughs. The way he talks. His voice isn't too deep. It has a raspy feel to it but so pure and innocent at the same time. The veins on his hands stand at attention. Similar to the way I'd like to see his appendage. 2108Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIspRik8Pjk
He has really big palms. Big enough to gently cup my features and caress them. Something I've always wanted him to do. A flat stomach, masculine shoulders and arms that are not too muscular but shows that he's been up to no good. He makes me hot inside. I can't help myself.2108Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTtO6aiPGEX
Satisfying my cravings while lusting. How can a killer have such an effect on me? How can a rapist make me feel this way? "No te voy a negar, Richie" I whisper as I caress myself while longing for his touch. The thought of him being hard for me made me bite my lips, smudging my dark red matte lipstick. My legs looked well-toned in my jeans. I admired them and I knew he would too. But there it goes, falling below my knees. My black hoodie being thrown across the room. 2108Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj5pH0uIdVC
Feeling my curves, rubbing my feet because I know he'd love that. Sitting on the table, with my legs spread apart, wishing he'd enter me any minute now. Stroking the tender areas; sending waves of pleasure through my body; my flesh pulsating and throbbing while I watch him being effortlessly flawless. My body is unable to handle the intensity of the pleasure I'm feeling. In a few, the climax comes crashing as I whisper his name. It leaves me dripping, feeling hot and wishing he could taste my mess. The mess he caused. I still want him. I've never felt this way about anyone and I never will. He's my dark prince. My night prowler. And I'd never deny him.
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