Kara’s Wet Dream

The light press of every honey kiss upon your apple-shaped satin lips will send shivers the length of your spine. And the waters of delight run between your legs even while you sleep, biting your bottom lip, making the leap from fantasy to fiction with the stoke of your middle finger. Would things have changed if I could have stayed? Would you have loved me either way?

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