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Carol loves Daryl's hands. Long, callused fingers, but oh so gentle.
They build fences, they kill game, they put down walkers.
They caress her, knead her sore muscles.
They catch her tears and stroke her hair.
They give comfort and joy.
They glide through her slick folds and circle her hard bundle of nerves.
They enter her so slowly, she could scream and beg for more.
They tease her merciless and rip another orgasm from her sated body.
She sucks on them while he thrusts into her hard and fast.
They can tickle and grab and pinch her nipples.
They never hurt her.
They hold her heart.
