Just wait till I can be alone with you again.
He whispered to me, leaning against the desk.
You'll be moaning, begging me to fuck you like I can't stand you.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
this is the dirty truth.
PoetryAs if rope could bind my wrists together so perfectly, so could this.
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Just wait till I can be alone with you again.
He whispered to me, leaning against the desk.
You'll be moaning, begging me to fuck you like I can't stand you.
