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We strolled, roaming to see the best cradle befitting our gentle bonding.
A field of grass away from anything human.
Here is a little perfect. Yards and yards away from home we perched on the paving, on a roadside.
While we wasted away the night in silence, connecting to our infinite bonding she dabbled her cold fingers on my thigh in search of something to hold on to.
It wasn't a mistake, she was horny. I felt my Jean flipped opened and my softness was met with a cold fingers that cradled it gradually till it became warm.
A hand job at a roadside. Praying I see good things in afterlife.
The diary of a madman.
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The diary of a madman
RomanceThe diary of a madman. Collection of all dark times, those hours you pull over the blanket and your throat hurts so bad but yet, nothing is changing. A true life breakup back story coming in form of: "Entries," "Remember," "Confessions." ⚠️Warning...
