Stroll down in my mouth. As it sipped down my throat, I feel the bitter in it. It taste like all those kisses. Somehow it reminds me of you. Hands on my hips, the bitter gone.
So do you.
YOU ARE READING
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Casuale"Age is just number right?" he asked. "Perhaps" "You seems not agree. Why so?" again. "It might be number. By that, i mean the age itself. The memories on it, well... it last"
