The moaning
and the groaning
were quieter than the
swishing and the sloshing
of the bottle in the hand of the
beast that was making his way to bed.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
The moaning
and the groaning
were quieter than the
swishing and the sloshing
of the bottle in the hand of the
beast that was making his way to bed.
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