It can’t happen without you.

It isn't the depths with which you pound pleasure into my flesh, or how you hit my pleasure buttons with every engaging thrust through the barriers of my sexual reservations. The spark that ignites the fuel of my fornicating flow is found in the knowledge of your lust actualized with an endowment engorged by desire. That's the fire that burns the wick of my end of this climactic double-barrel bomb.

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