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We both know the pain will never really go away, we have it always, shared and alone. So we lay here in each others arms, trying to kiss it better. It doesn't get better, but it doesn't get better than being with you. Lying here, face to face; kissing and smiling, laughing and pretending; you holding my cock, squeezing and tugging; me enjoying the luxury of your beautiful tits filling my hands; it doesn't get better. Then, for a moment, your lovely grey eyes lose their sadness, and staring directly into mine, you use me like a dildo. Pressing the end of my erection between your thighs, you stroke it up and down your beautifully oozing, purring, pussy . . . I feel you shudder, gripping just a little too tightly for comfort, but not for pleasure. You sigh, eyes now closed in ecstacy, smiling a dreamy smile. It doesn't get better, but it doesn't get any better than being with you.
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