The shower runs

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The shower runs, and his blood boils, unknown to all his body yearns. The heat is on, and it's not just water, for tonight he vows she must reign pleasure. With this light of her hand, he attends to every curving, and like magic, she feels his wand creaking.

An ace of clubs, she definitely sighs, my diamond queen, he whispers in reply. Tonight the shower floor meets more than water, her moan alone tells him she's getting warmer. The shower runs, as her blood boils, known to him her resolve rears.

She wants him, and all his thoughts, he fills her with his present mindness, and that alone is what she minds. Tonight, showerheads are not the only bringers of rain, for there are waterheads of oral cleansing must give in this night.