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Soft hands Traced my skin As I told you "Pull up your grades, ******* it." And you replied, sweetly "Pull up your shirt, god **** it." Your luscious green eyes Pouring into mine. And that was how it was. My love - your lust.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC
He Climbed Through My Window On Tuesdays After Therapy
Soft hands Traced my skin As I told you "Pull up your grades, ******* it." And you replied, sweetly "Pull up your shirt, god **** it." Your luscious green eyes Pouring into mine. And that was how it was. My love - your lust.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC
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