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Nov 2015
You twisted me, and
I ****** your soul.
We involve into intimacy,
and we fell in lust.
I ***** your sins,
with my skin touch.
Let us feel this overwhelm feelings
of lusting and desire to sin.
Abimael
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Abimael  37/M/PR
(37/M/PR)   
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