My time with Roxy last weekend was everything I knew it would be: passionate, loving, physically and emotionally intimate, lusty and mentally stimulating.
She and I both like to use our teeth. She left marks, the ghosts of her love bites, reminding me of her passion:
The memory of her teeth clamped onto my breast, while I arched and flailed through an orgasm, will stay with me much longer than this bruise:
Happy HNT everyone.
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