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She shuddered with pleasure
as she cried into her hands.
Her lover kept savoring
her juices as she flowed.
How many times had she
been brought to the brink.
Her mind was as squishy
as her swollen lips of femininity.
Her toes were curled
in perpetual spasms
as her breath
was nowhere to be found.