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*No bras this Friday, just scent, Reviviscent, the eau de toilette, Her ******* her dress, the pouring rain.      My hands are... ...cupped.      No sunny day. No fire better. My touch, too, was a changing weather.      So this is how I warm Her heart.* © 2015 J.S.P.
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
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*No bras this Friday, just scent, Reviviscent, the eau de toilette, Her ******* her dress, the pouring rain.      My hands are... ...cupped.      No sunny day. No fire better. My touch, too, was a changing weather.      So this is how I warm Her heart.* © 2015 J.S.P.
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
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