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I have these days when I remind how it felt lying with you in bed. I loved the feeling of your soft tummy, the floppy hair on your chest, and your arms around me. I loved how our bodies were one, how my pale skin completed your darkish body. We had our favourite way of starting the day. Every single day. I used to wake you up with my hand in your pants, my tongue on your button. Then we laid looking at each other, the scent of our bodies lingered on every single thing around us. You liked to keep your hand in my panties, you loved how warm it was there, when outside was freezing. You kept your fingers inside of me, putting them in and out of me, smelling me, tasting me, warming up. Apart from hard fuck, I never asked you anything. Do you think I could ask now, for another time, with you, with your fingers in my pants and your tongue wandering about my body?
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