Forty Five Another Time

We are a decade apart in the soul there is a level that never changes that is desire. The desire of lust and pleasure and I must. Tell you that 45 is the age of my cellar oldest wine. 45 is the number of times you make me cum in my mind. 45 times of adulterated delight. 45 times we kissed in the land of dreams and 45 times I denied these fantasies of mine. 45 times of you and I 45 minutes to midnight. Can we just make it a late morning I don’t have to leave for work til 7:45. I can wake up early for 45 minutes of play time. 45 strokes from behind don’t forget to slap these cheeks of mine. 45 times of this is mine. Yes baby, but maybe another time.

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