NANCYLICIOUS

Namaste

No one else can stretch me out the way she does. Days after our time together, I can still feel her soreness imprinted on my lower back, a muscle memory of her. She speaks to me in her lolling Swiss-German accent, dictating my motions, sometimes pulling my hips back gently so I can feel the [...]

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