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It obviously was an expensive meat. It was tender, juicy, and sweet. It tasted smoky—like a passion was burning inside it. It was addicting, indeed. I don't mind re-applying my lipstick over and over, as long as You don't mind re-kissing my lips over and over, until my legs give away.
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
A Kiss
It obviously was an expensive meat. It was tender, juicy, and sweet. It tasted smoky—like a passion was burning inside it. It was addicting, indeed. I don't mind re-applying my lipstick over and over, as long as You don't mind re-kissing my lips over and over, until my legs give away.
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
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