Jan 2016
I lay in bed taking the thrusts of his hips against mine.
Numb
He whispers in my ear "I lust you"
*It isn't love, but it's close enough...
Numb
He whispers in my ear "I lust you"
*It isn't love, but it's close enough...
Written by
Mariana Nolasco
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