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I want to be inside every girl you ****** before me, show you the birthmarks you never noticed shaped like canoes and rocketships. I will get her chest to rise, then fall, steal the very source of her breath and curl my fingers around it – into dough, how you never could knead. I have my hand on her throat because you hated when she would talk. We could work together, tie her hair into a knot. I just want to be inside the girls who have intestines like cotton candy and ******* like watermelon explain why you should have loved her as a woman sometimes. You say you prefer my skin, and the way I whimper but maybe you just did not **** her hard enough.
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
as a lesbian dating a man
I want to be inside every girl you ****** before me, show you the birthmarks you never noticed shaped like canoes and rocketships. I will get her chest to rise, then fall, steal the very source of her breath and curl my fingers around it – into dough, how you never could knead. I have my hand on her throat because you hated when she would talk. We could work together, tie her hair into a knot. I just want to be inside the girls who have intestines like cotton candy and ******* like watermelon explain why you should have loved her as a woman sometimes. You say you prefer my skin, and the way I whimper but maybe you just did not **** her hard enough.
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
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