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Playing Her

I feel her every curve and line, so soft, subtle, and divine. I tug a little at her bow, pull and stroke it ever slow. A tune she hums so sweet to hear, I pull her close to my ear. With each little soft caress, it makes her scream, I must confess. Sometimes she comes undone, her echos growing one by one. When her release is nearing end I pull her close, and real her in. My hands slowly shake and tremble, but I keep them steady and so nimble. For it's not my will for her to break, it's my violin for heaven's sake. (okay, I know this was a bit risky, but I had to have a little fun. Haha)

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Date: 12/4/2020 4:22:00 PM
I was wondering where this would lead....Bravo
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Jessica Thompson
Date: 12/4/2020 4:57:00 PM
Haha ty Jerry