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I’m sick of watching them squirm on the floor. But it never ends, I always want more. Once the feeling seeds, it’s put on the list of needs. Is it shameful? Or is it natural? I have a needle I can’t get rid of. It refills itself after each use for free. It’s plunger is pulled back so easily. Anything over the course of the day. Can fill it’s tube with lives. Can’t help but push it forward. Release. It ends not so clean, Because I am ****** Machine.
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Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 1:54 AM UTC
****** Machine
I’m sick of watching them squirm on the floor. But it never ends, I always want more. Once the feeling seeds, it’s put on the list of needs. Is it shameful? Or is it natural? I have a needle I can’t get rid of. It refills itself after each use for free. It’s plunger is pulled back so easily. Anything over the course of the day. Can fill it’s tube with lives. Can’t help but push it forward. Release. It ends not so clean, Because I am ****** Machine.
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21/M/A trip
Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 1:54 AM UTC
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