After You

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After You

Your fingerprints are still all over me.

Your fingerprints still burn on me—

in my hair, on my hips,

where you grabbed, where you held,

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where you dragged me into your kiss.

My ass still aches from how you took it,

deep and slow, then rough, then ruthless.

You pinned me down, abs tight against my back,

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and thrust so hard I forgot how to act.

Your cock split me open, made me moan,

made me claw at sheets, cry out, go dumb.

You praised me with every filthy breath,

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made me beg for more, made me beg for less.

I came undone with you inside,

my legs around you, opened wide.

You knew just how to fuck me right—

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deep strokes that hit, that made me bite.

I’d crawl back now, wrecked and raw,

press my face to your abs, open my jaw.

No talking. No teasing. Just your hand on my throat

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and your voice in my ear saying “take every stroke.”

Say it again—your favorite line,

the one that breaks me every time:

"Good boy."

And I’d be yours all over again.

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