But I like the thought of you enjoying yourself. I like the sound of my name on your lips.
[Even if she wasn't the intended recipient for this convo, there is something in Justine that seems to coax Jon out of his shier shell.]
I want to kiss your breasts, to suckle on that hard nipple until it makes you breathless. I want to kneel in front of you and kiss your stomach and take off what is left covering you with my teeth and then kiss my way back up to your cunt.
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[Even if she wasn't the intended recipient for this convo, there is something in Justine that seems to coax Jon out of his shier shell.]
I want to kiss your breasts, to suckle on that hard nipple until it makes you breathless. I want to kneel in front of you and kiss your stomach and take off what is left covering you with my teeth and then kiss my way back up to your cunt.
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I'd shout your name until people passing on the street could hear how amazing you make me feel.
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