At 15 I was flirting with her,
she had a really pretty face that I couldn’t disregard.
Living in two separate apartments but stalking,
couldn’t stop looking at her thighs through her stockings.
A little timid figure.
With hopes of getting within her,
but I knew I couldn’t do it without looking like a sinner.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
At 15 I was flirting with her,
she had a really pretty face that I couldn’t disregard.
Living in two separate apartments but stalking,
couldn’t stop looking at her thighs through her stockings.
A little timid figure.
With hopes of getting within her,
but I knew I couldn’t do it without looking like a sinner.
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