Any ,boy not perverted n lost






Go to bed I need the stink of thy knees n thys n morning breathe
n touching Us and feeling the frustrate I have been jumping up n down about \
I feel the hair grace thy left nipple, feel the swirl I need the true of girls and this kills the win
of lies.


B   Rex:  02

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