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As she took off her shirt on a one way camera. She knew he only wanted to see her nakedness. "because you look good in clothes but you look much much much better naked" All this love he proclaimed, where only sweet nothing to tear her clothes off. Her bra came off, then her shirt. She laid there staring into text. Not his face, not his voice, just words. Thinking to her self, he's using me, but I'm allowing it. because all we will ever be is cam buddies, where she was the center of attention. AS if her nakedness could make him fall for her quirky, clumsy hopeless romantic self. All her bare chest could ever do is let him blow off some steam. because "it's really **** when I can see them bounce." On and Off that's what he liked about her, he could let her go and know she'd pick up the pieces until he came back to make her faulter again. She was his slave, because no one ever made her feel more like **** and a princess all at once, than he did. He was the monster in her heart with the resemblance of Gods.
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
Nakedness.
As she took off her shirt on a one way camera. She knew he only wanted to see her nakedness. "because you look good in clothes but you look much much much better naked" All this love he proclaimed, where only sweet nothing to tear her clothes off. Her bra came off, then her shirt. She laid there staring into text. Not his face, not his voice, just words. Thinking to her self, he's using me, but I'm allowing it. because all we will ever be is cam buddies, where she was the center of attention. AS if her nakedness could make him fall for her quirky, clumsy hopeless romantic self. All her bare chest could ever do is let him blow off some steam. because "it's really **** when I can see them bounce." On and Off that's what he liked about her, he could let her go and know she'd pick up the pieces until he came back to make her faulter again. She was his slave, because no one ever made her feel more like **** and a princess all at once, than he did. He was the monster in her heart with the resemblance of Gods.
For R.H. I may be in love with you, but you'll perhaps never feel the same. I'll be your slave.
L3eetlejuice
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
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