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When you feel the bed, the sheets the room silent, cool you can hear the sound of rustles Aching for your hands on my back nails that gently scratch warm breath on my ear I wanna stretch you open and fill you deep as you turn back to look into my eyes And bite my finger hard to stop from screaming out and let out a shudder You don't realise yet that i was just getting started and the rest of the day you will be sore and tender
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 8:33 AM UTC
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When you feel the bed, the sheets the room silent, cool you can hear the sound of rustles Aching for your hands on my back nails that gently scratch warm breath on my ear I wanna stretch you open and fill you deep as you turn back to look into my eyes And bite my finger hard to stop from screaming out and let out a shudder You don't realise yet that i was just getting started and the rest of the day you will be sore and tender
zorbathegeek
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 8:33 AM UTC
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