Counting Down

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Moisture dripping along her thighs,

longing deep inside her soul.

Desire boiling up from within,

as thoughts of him rekindle.



It was just this morning

she made love to him,

his manhood pounding her so.

Spasms beyond control

as his throbbing slid in and out,

pleasure taking all control.



Now she's alone with just the memory

and a wet spot in her panties,

counting the time until

he fucks her once again.


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