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Bad Boy. . .

by alexis-marie-solis

He Would Burn Holes In My Skin With His Mouth. . . The Hickies He Left Me Were Stamps Of All The Places He Took Me. . . But, He Didn't Want A Girl Who Wouldn't Go Down On Him . . .

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Published: Jan 21, 2015
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