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Sep 2015
With each stroke
he hit me hard enough
to make me forget
about the wrongs
and with each ******
he went in softly
so gentle, he's able to
erased all the rights
and then I came
and came again
out of his undying lust
until our bottom rain
AM
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AM  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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