Drunk and Silent

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susansnow
susansnow
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We were weaving webs all this time and then the band aids came. The blue balls and cock. Trying not to think thirteen inches but it was the closest number I could think of that would fit.
I don't want that is hard to take when you know you can stand it a little when it had no hair I always questioned gospel except spoken word showoffs and the second real hasid I had ever found. Princes and priests now this brixton and how could she not know when my mouth was in the same place as his I have rules for these things.
We talk and talk but warmth does not come until there is friction I have to hold on to something and he thinks I've pissed but it gets harder that way.

susansnow
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