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woke up this morning seeing clips stale taste of *** on my lips just a few more ***** sips listening to the lines and scripts trying to remember the feel of his hips exploring the swells and dips reliving the sin feels like whips his eyes on me as he watched me strip each layer of clothing slips and with each ****** my breath rips from my lungs with a heartbeat, slips, white knuckled headboard grips in the sweat passion drips look around desperate the room tips the needle on the record skips i'm losing the game you have my chips bottoming out starting to trip alas, pretty boys sink ships
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Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 6:32 AM UTC
pretty boys sink ships
woke up this morning seeing clips stale taste of *** on my lips just a few more ***** sips listening to the lines and scripts trying to remember the feel of his hips exploring the swells and dips reliving the sin feels like whips his eyes on me as he watched me strip each layer of clothing slips and with each ****** my breath rips from my lungs with a heartbeat, slips, white knuckled headboard grips in the sweat passion drips look around desperate the room tips the needle on the record skips i'm losing the game you have my chips bottoming out starting to trip alas, pretty boys sink ships
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ashley-grace-blaylock
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 6:32 AM UTC
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