*bark bark*....from the bottom of a vodka bottle i crawled in my intoxication in my solace of sexual perversion i crawled until i reached the tip of his tongue, bathed in achohol, wet with moisture...i laid there with the pleasure of the hunt pacified but not satisfied...i slid down his tongue fell into his unbuttoned shirt and found myself laying against his warm pink niple...in my exhaustion myself bathed in sweat and achohol...fell into an orgasmic sleep....
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