Tears cloud my vision as I finger ornaments from years past. This year's glaringly missing. Underneath twinkling lights, I reminisce, my fingers dancing along my aching flesh. I cannot duplicate your touches. Then, a hand covers mine. I gasp, "Is it really you?" Your kiss answers, replenishing me. We drip with need. My pussy clutches your cock, nary allowing your pullback. You vary
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