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>tfw you will never slather sauce all over her from the packets on the front counter; tearing each one apart one by one and dripping it all over her pale freckled naked body while she moans at the cool touch of the liquid.
>She lifts her head and gives you that look of urgency to have you inside her. She bites her lip flicking one of her braids that had fallen over her shoulder back as the sauce slides down her naked body.
>She claws at you pulling you on top of her smearing the sauce that was once cold, made warm by the pressing and mess of your bodies as you roll together on the floor fumbling and grabbing in a hot burning desire for one another.
>One that is only satiated by the smooth slow push through her most tender of flesh. Her body tenses as you slide deeper inside of her, as she opens for you like a flower in full bloom.
Why even live?
