there's something in these long rainy afternoons, laying naked beneath the sheets alone with wandering hands in an empty house that echoes with my moans and i love the excitement of leaving the windows open so my neighbours can hear that i'm not entirely joyless without you
i'm so lonely i would **** myself on the porch just for a little bit of attention , like a glance off the street from a stranger could ever equal the look of intensity in your eyes as you ****** between my thighs
my fingers taste how i remembered yours each night, a taste of skin and sweat and *** , i miss the way you felt on my tongue how you made me feel powerful and good as every drop rolled wet down my throat
those sour japanese lollies you mailed to me tore my mouth up with ulcers, but still they could never treat me as roughly as you
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
there's something in these long rainy afternoons, laying naked beneath the sheets alone with wandering hands in an empty house that echoes with my moans and i love the excitement of leaving the windows open so my neighbours can hear that i'm not entirely joyless without you
i'm so lonely i would **** myself on the porch just for a little bit of attention , like a glance off the street from a stranger could ever equal the look of intensity in your eyes as you ****** between my thighs
my fingers taste how i remembered yours each night, a taste of skin and sweat and *** , i miss the way you felt on my tongue how you made me feel powerful and good as every drop rolled wet down my throat
those sour japanese lollies you mailed to me tore my mouth up with ulcers, but still they could never treat me as roughly as you
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