Her Imperfect World Through Perfect Eyes.
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I want to stare into your eyes and kiss you on the lips slowly and gently bite a little teasing you. As we kiss sweetly I want to slide my hands up your shirt and play with your nipples making them hard. I want to pinch them and watch your face as you feel me. I want to lick down your neck and bite your shoulder. I want to caress your tit with one hand while I slide my other hand into your shorts and panties. I want to begin to finger you and grind against you slowly watching your face carefully for signs of pleasure. I want to squeeze your tits and let you bite into my neck as I begin to get rougher and finger you faster and deeper. I want to whisper into your ear how much I love you and hear you moan with pleasure. I want to make you feel amazing. I want you to want me. I want you to crave me as much as I do you.
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Photo reblogged from Ceci Aussi Passera♥
story of my life, tho.
So true. I think this everyday of my life when I see my best friend walking in my direction with that big grin lighting up her face.
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Photo reblogged from all things good are wild and free
I used to love to finger paint when I was younger.
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Post reblogged from INSPIRATIONS
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Photo reblogged from unspoken thoughts.
And they never notice that things have changed. Am I that good at hiding how I feel or do you just not care?
