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Feb 2014
You frantically tried to clear out your backseat.
I sat there, staring at you.
Was I supposed to start?
I told you I was experienced with consoles.
- You told me my ******* were so pretty.

I'm bruised from your large hands crashing down on my backside.
You told me my ******* were so pretty.
i can't get this memory out of my head
Faith
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Faith  19/Cisgender Female/MS
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