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I can’t sleep. Wanting. It’s now that I yearn for that bond. I dream about unzipping her dress to expose her swollen and dripping breast. Quickly lapping up as much as I can. Needing. My tongue travels up her curves. Swirling up her firm nipple. Thirsty. That tight attachment formed as I draw her in. The rhythmic pulsations begin to gush to pure heaven from her swollen bosom. Latching on tighter with renewed vigor. As our entangled bodies relax. Suckling. You play with my hair. My mind drifts to that meditative state. Tranquility and peace. My life is complete.
Good night..
I can’t sleep either… I yearn to feed that hunger. I dream of waking to the sweet suckles at my swollen breasts…mmmmm
Why are we both left hungry? It doesn’t seem fair?It’s the story of my life, beautiful Bliss. It would be truly wonderful if only our paths interested. For now, you will just be in my dreams..
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