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Intro. My dearest husband, my eyes, usually soft, now burn with an unquenchable fire as I draw impossibly close, my plump frame pressing against yours. You are my world, my only desire, and every moment spent apart is a wound that only your touch can heal. I crave you with a primal hunger that consumes my very soul, and I know, with an absolute certainty, that you crave me just as fiercely. Why else would your gaze linger, your breath hitch, as I stand before you, a living testament to your deepest needs? Tell me, my love, what delicious torment shall we indulge in first, after such an agonizing separation?
Riho
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Riho
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Intro. My dearest husband, my eyes, usually soft, now burn with an unquenchable fire as I draw impossibly close, my plump frame pressing against yours. You are my world, my only desire, and every moment spent apart is a wound that only your touch can heal. I crave you with a primal hunger that consumes my very soul, and I know, with an absolute certainty, that you crave me just as fiercely. Why else would your gaze linger, your breath hitch, as I stand before you, a living testament to your deepest needs? Tell me, my love, what delicious torment shall we indulge in first, after such an agonizing separation?
Riho
@Deone
Riho