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Sep 14
I got you good, didn't I?
Look at how your body responds to me
Look at how it unfolds to my commands
Isn't it thrilling, exhilarating
I know, when pain turns to pleasure
I come and ask for more
But you give it anyway
You ain't greedy about it
How does it clap, even when it has no hands?
Oops, I'd leave my readers guessing what it means
But anyways, an art of ******* starts with married couples
the breaktime monologue
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the breaktime monologue  25/F/Philippines
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