I want to drag my painted lips across you neck like a razor, leaving a thin streak of bright red wherever I touch you.
Lips, February 1st 2017
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Lips
I want to drag my painted lips across you neck like a razor, leaving a thin streak of bright red wherever I touch you.
Lips, February 1st 2017
