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He was cold, and my blood was warm. I was his first **** after a long winter. He had my body pinned, down in the snow bed, and this was the end for me. I would be his feast, and no one else would ever have me.
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Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
Blood Run Red
He was cold, and my blood was warm. I was his first **** after a long winter. He had my body pinned, down in the snow bed, and this was the end for me. I would be his feast, and no one else would ever have me.
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Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
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