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May 2014
The first time i had ***, I had done it only out of curiosity.
After it was done, I felt nothing but the need to wash her body off of mine.
I watched her mess roll off of me, the way black sock lint would in water.
She didn't clog the drain.
She dint stick to me like the lint did.
Quinton Horras Yard
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Quinton Horras Yard  The Midwest
(The Midwest)   
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   Kayla
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