It All Started At The Tattoo Parlor
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Last published Tue, Feb 26, 2013
"Come here." I shivered at his husky voice. Once I was in front of him he pulled me flush up against his body, his hardness touching my tummy. "Just one taste." He whispered before he attacked my lips like mad man and It All Started At The Tattoo Parlor.....
~ you almost feel ashamed that someone's that important. without them you feel like nothing. the dangers of love.
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