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Another poem

  • Writer: Amanda Riddell
    Amanda Riddell
  • Jun 10, 2024
  • 1 min read

I nestled my lips near her breast, biting rather than sucking. Leaving an imprint, I neared the erogenous zone. The slightest tickle brought forth screams of joy. Boy, it's hard yakka, Satisfying these modern women! Amanda Riddell, 2024

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