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Betrail
His lips against mine, all mine, I scream from the top of my lungs "AHHHHHHHH..........." as he reaches his climax as he twines me twines me into a ball of confusion begging for more, but is this real? It hits me, was he real, disturbing isn't it? how the minute you loose time your mind takes over digging out those dark secrets you tried to keep hidden, but it was to fail "TRADER" you call yourself "TRADER" you say, Your mind says "YES", your body says NO, Now how twisted is that it's creepy I know
- The Victim of a Traderous Mind
- The Victim of a Traderous Mind
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