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I love the way you stare at me blankly from behind your coffee. You take slow, painstaking sips... It suggests exciting *** I love the way you sensuously lick your lips, every time you put the cup down. I love the way you're not flirting with me.   I love that you tell me your **** looks amazing in those leggings. I know.   I love the way you say my name- distantly, boringly, disinterestedly. Your mind a million miles away, on another man- You tell me how nice his **** is. I smirk and tell you I'm glad that we're friends. You're a special kind of torture.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
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I love the way you stare at me blankly from behind your coffee. You take slow, painstaking sips... It suggests exciting *** I love the way you sensuously lick your lips, every time you put the cup down. I love the way you're not flirting with me.   I love that you tell me your **** looks amazing in those leggings. I know.   I love the way you say my name- distantly, boringly, disinterestedly. Your mind a million miles away, on another man- You tell me how nice his **** is. I smirk and tell you I'm glad that we're friends. You're a special kind of torture.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
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