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Hopelessly disposable (the hottest thing i have ever written)
She had violent, explosive orgasms. I loved her. Every time i took her, she appeared as though it was the best shes
ever had. Whenever i found myself stranded deep inside her, id glare into her eyes; the ones so full of hope, unworthy exhaultion,
pain, overwhelming desire.
She was so beautiful when she was mine. Her body would shudder, her breath would escape in tight, panicky, luminous
breaths. It was the most beautiful, encouraging sound i have ever heard.
She lay before me, immobile. She surrounded herself in the sea of nirvana i had been lucky enough to submerge her in.
Her body trembled, blushed, gleamed, glistened in the sun. I could have done anything i wanted in that moment. That was
the best part. But i loved her. As much as i neglected that emotion, dismissed that thought, when she lay there helplessly
my obediance and kindness, sympathy and devotion, never ceased to surprise me. I could have taken her. I dont know why i
didnt.
Her innocence is what drew me in. Her innocence was disguised by this dark, fierce lust for adventure. But she was
innocent, with those big blue eyes staring up at me as she selflessly repayed the favour. She wanted nothing more than to
please me. Pleasing her was my honour. Her explosive, appreaciative, numourous orgasms were the highlight of my journey.
She was everything i wanted, but i threw her away. Hopelessly disposable, she was mine.
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