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her lips fragile like watermelon when he broke her trust. you can do whatever you want, he says off camera, touch them. grab them. whatever. sometimes, he gruffs, I can’t resist. sometimes I just can't stop kissing. to him she was nothing but an edible arrangement.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
Edible Arrangement