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go ask ------ if i care. ask her if she'll let you slip inside while you're at it; tell her that you love her two weeks in. you're too rough and the polaroids you took left me with black tiger stripe bruises on my sarasota gold tinted thighs. everyone i've talked to, everyone who knows you, warned me that you were a creep. but how could a darling angel turn out to be such a freak? you're suffocating like his smoldering cigarette smoke and you choke me out with your big macho paw just the same way he did last december. i am not a possession; i belong to no one and i surely don't belong to a tall, lanky creep like you. do you hear me? i'm a young teenage girl with ribbons in my hair and bright white ruffled socks pressed into the carpet; have you forgotten that little fact? you were all to eager to pummel my juvenile cherry pie raw, but you were only ever focused on your singular, deviant, carnally charged pleasure.
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Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
nineteen
go ask ------ if i care. ask her if she'll let you slip inside while you're at it; tell her that you love her two weeks in. you're too rough and the polaroids you took left me with black tiger stripe bruises on my sarasota gold tinted thighs. everyone i've talked to, everyone who knows you, warned me that you were a creep. but how could a darling angel turn out to be such a freak? you're suffocating like his smoldering cigarette smoke and you choke me out with your big macho paw just the same way he did last december. i am not a possession; i belong to no one and i surely don't belong to a tall, lanky creep like you. do you hear me? i'm a young teenage girl with ribbons in my hair and bright white ruffled socks pressed into the carpet; have you forgotten that little fact? you were all to eager to pummel my juvenile cherry pie raw, but you were only ever focused on your singular, deviant, carnally charged pleasure.
lunar-nymphet
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Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
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