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Jun 2013
I felt your smoke fill my *** as you made me enter a daily hex

I was not sure where our attraction goes

It was pure and without rules, rules are a man made creations which usually put a stop to true passions flows

Deep into my lust, moist and wet, there was nothing I would not pet

I couldn't help myself, I had to have more, even if it was wrong I would ******* on my hardwood floor

There are times that I think we will never be one but then Iā€™m inside you and I constantly want to ***

This is my mind with someone who makes me lost; I tell this story at a very high cost
Samuel Bass
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Samuel Bass  Oregon
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