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Her voice is low and seductive, her breaths hot and controlled. Look at the way she holds that mic, a strong grip perfect for gripping your shaft in a vice. Her luscious lips mouth out sweet sweet words of divine wisdom, her siren notes playing havoc with your senses. Her eyes bore into your soul, making you feel naked and helpless. She wants you. She needs you. She sings for your touch and warmth and everything. This red headed siren stares at you, seductive and playful as she beckons you to come towards her. Pursuing her is a mistake, she will break her heart, you just know it. Behind that kind smile lied a pitfall of regrets, pain and heartache, but you didn't care. You wanted her. You needed her. You were gonna walk this highway to hell damned the consequences and the judgement of the angels. A soul was a prize you'd pay many times over just to feel her touch and her sweet embrace.
