The texture of your breasts was like none other.
The reoccurring melancholy of knowing they weren't mine to own forever only for the dance...or two.
(something this beautiful could drain a man's wallet and I am sure you did plenty of times. Understand I get mine for free so *shrugs* but you are a professional and it seems to follow the bizarre rules of this strange planet. Like this is something two people who are into each other do so yeah and what bi-level of heaven/hell have you risen/FallinG from/for between your cheeks and lipstick.
And let's not forget the wet application glitter. 👍)
A balance in the mind of she is still innocent. And I couldn't explain it but there it was. And I was soaked. And I thought she liked me though so why do that to me.
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