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As a whirlpool of want rose up and engulfed us, hands framing your face, my sensual Nicki, I angled my head and flagrantly feasted. Asking for no permission, giving no quarter, I plunged us both into the fire... I whispered in your ear and you drew a determined breath, only to discover, you could not ... your lungs had locked .. nerves tensed, not in rejection but in pleasured delight ...Damon