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Even through all the anger and disappointment, I still can’t help but get distracted by the sound of your voice as the noise burns through my thighs, making my mind race to that night where all we heard were breaths and hearts pounding.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
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Even through all the anger and disappointment, I still can’t help but get distracted by the sound of your voice as the noise burns through my thighs, making my mind race to that night where all we heard were breaths and hearts pounding.
elisa-holly
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
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