You walk past my room, you stand on the other side of my door. You are wondering if I am asleep. You can picture me perfectly, lying on my side, my nightgown riding up my thighs. You have no choice, you have to open my door and you have to come inside. You have to be with me. You really have no choice. Your need for me out weighs everything. You walk towards my bed, I feel the bed shift as you climb inside with me. I feel you press yourself up against me. I love just lying and snuggling with you but I always want more. I always need more, as do you. So why don’t you call me and give me more of what I want and need.
Age Play Autumn
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