Temporary Pleasure
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, Jun 20, 2024
It's all just Temporary Pleasure for you isn't it? Huh? Can't you think about how I feel for a second? You know how I feel. Fuck you I hate you. How could you do this to me..?
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