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Dec 2017
I'm tired of ******* myself, I crave of someone eles
to force my legs open
to puncture my insides with their hands turned into fingers
I want to *** until I loose count
I want to shake of pleasureΒ Β until I start to twitch
I want to have my mouth open with no words coming out from state of shock
I want to feel so good my eyes fill with tears
I want to hear my juices as they fall
I crave of someone else
Rose Evans
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Rose Evans  18/F
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