[Let him distract you even more from that with an attempt at bridging the terrible distance between you both and catching your mouth, yet again, with his.
He is, indeed, starved of you. It's almost as if he's perpetually deprived of the feel of your body and the sight/smell/taste of you, but he only really remembers just how bad it is when you come together.]
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He is, indeed, starved of you. It's almost as if he's perpetually deprived of the feel of your body and the sight/smell/taste of you, but he only really remembers just how bad it is when you come together.]