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The children covet. No longer pure. There is a feeling. An intimate feeling. To grip anything breathing and just ****** the pain into oblivion. Not love but lust. Feelings are too much. The children can run carelessly. Playing with whomever is near. Whether it's forceful or submissive. All have been warned. Circle Two
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
Lust
The children covet. No longer pure. There is a feeling. An intimate feeling. To grip anything breathing and just ****** the pain into oblivion. Not love but lust. Feelings are too much. The children can run carelessly. Playing with whomever is near. Whether it's forceful or submissive. All have been warned. Circle Two
jocie
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
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