Just one touch and I was his. My inner thighs and walls spelt out…EX FACTOR. He taught me how to make love. I was his and wanted to only be his forever. Imagining him being the last man to ever sample me got me high. We made love. Can you taste my love baby? To this day, another man’s touch feels unnatural. He was my drug. We made love. I didn’t know the last time would be our last time. Five years and three months of his name being tattooed on my pussy. I tried so hard to make my mark. I’m hoping somewhere in this world…he’s waking up and remembering that KINGSTON use to be on that dick…tattied out!
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