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Nov 2013
Your knee high socks make my hands itch,
Begging for the contact that seems inevitable,
Your lips crushing against mine with tongues and teeth and blood from bites,
My hand in between those soft thighs and your moans in my ear,
All because of your knee highs.
idk i wrote this in like 1 second
ellie
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ellie  England
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