.l.iving in sin
.f.irst thoughts cross my mind was b i t c h! she wanted me to spell it out to her. damn, she needed to whip that smartass smile off her face.skull tossed at her remark as stone then lashes out. very well, you want me to spell it out to you, it was you, who clouded my pysche. damn, happy now? now with your turn, spill it wrench. his tune purred in the vice zephyr.hawks narrow on hers, as extension whip upon my hide.
.l.osing my mind
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