the last time we saw eachother was the morning she left my house. i only remember seeing her back arched, stretching as she stood up from my bed. her hair messy, covering what i could from her face. she put her shoes on, picked her purse up from the floor, gathered herself, and walked out of my room. no good morning, no good bye; just left. she had spent the night on her back with her legs above my shoulders biting her lip so hard that she made it bleed, dripping down her chin and onto my pillowcase; she was such a princess. i woke up with the imprint of her toe nails on my back. she dug them deeply every time i would suck on her clit. thrusting her hips upward, grabbing me by the hair, holding my face and then pushing it in deep in her pussy. she left her scent on my pillows.
her cum on my sheets.
and her taste in my mouth.
i wish i could see you again.
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