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The morning after, I wash him off my skin. I peel away the clothes that I picked up off his floor. I ***** him out of my stomach and rinse him out of my mouth. When I finally wash all of the layers of him away - it's just me and I feel so small underneath all of him.
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Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 5:28 PM UTC
The Morning After
The morning after, I wash him off my skin. I peel away the clothes that I picked up off his floor. I ***** him out of my stomach and rinse him out of my mouth. When I finally wash all of the layers of him away - it's just me and I feel so small underneath all of him.
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Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 5:28 PM UTC
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