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Your eyes could sear steak as hunger for my flesh growls. Feast. You will be full. Gnashing teeth chewing-- knife fingers slicing my back. devour me with bliss.
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
Food, Baby
Your eyes could sear steak as hunger for my flesh growls. Feast. You will be full. Gnashing teeth chewing-- knife fingers slicing my back. devour me with bliss.
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
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