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Rivers of Ecstasy

A mere sex worker I am.
Who am I to hold emotional attachment with any of my customers?

But memories from last night, I cannot forget in a hurry.

How your gifted fingers navigated the rivers of my ecstacy like a skilled captain, as I danced melodiously to our own music.

You were fierce.
A stallion.

We danced for hours as I screamed at intervals between rounds of sex beats.

You made prayers to my soul like a devout, and pounced on my carnal body like a pagan.

Every second spent, with you it was different. I kept longing for a taste of your candy.

If only I could but receive to cure my insanity. Please cum again, I miss you.

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