We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. © Oscar Wilde - "Take me, Harry. Please." She almost cries, ripping my favorite shirt off and baring my chest for her eyes. The sound of the buttons hitting the ground annoys me as I think about having to look for them once we are done with whatever we are going to do. "Angelica, I don't know... what to do? How do I-," "Let me teach you a few things, Harry." She cuts me off pressing her lips against mine and I know that I can't say no to her. - [WARNING: sexual content, violence, strong and explicit language.] !Read at your own riskAll Rights Reserved
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