Am writing a PT2 for pregnancy-E dw!
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The stuffy air hung close
Bodys lingered
The buzz of weed and flaming fury of dry vodka caused a euphoric floating in my head
The music
pounded
My blood
followed the rhythm
God, y/n
looked gorgeous
Her
pretty hair
Her
pretty face
I kept dancing
Like an idiot
Until I reached
her
Her
peach perfume hit me first, and lit up my senses
She
turns
„Hi Grayson"
She
says
I take her
waist, and she
seems shocked
Opens her
mouth
To talk
I lean in
And enjoy our
passionate kiss
And take in the sweet taste
Of her
cherry chapstick.
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What was that sorry
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Dolan Imagines ♛
Fanficjust some imagines of my fave smol beans, to stimulate our myopic teenage minds a few preferences in there for the fun of it
