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paints my wings black, in forbidden pleasures. When his horns run along, my fantasies are made real. Piercing my skin, he penetrates purity. Inside of me melts down, my body ignites, cremated and relieved, to the death of an angel.

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Written by

Reneebrookes

25 / F

For You?

Written by

Reneebrookes

25 / F

Published

Jul 1, 2020

Time

1m

Tags: #angel #demon #love #steamy #couple #sexy #forbidden #wings

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