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Sep 2017
His moans of joy whispering in my ears
As his cries of pleasure increased with ease
His desperate pants ringing through the walls
As I sit on the floor and listened in silence
Fidelity is but a curse in this world that feeds with human weakness.
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HM  Universe
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