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frosted.

There’s a demon
hiding underneath
her skirt,

my ethereal fingers
lifting up her every
frill,

kissing and feeling
through her wet
knickers,

she pressed up
against the frosted
windows,

dining both ways
while nobody’s
watching.
_boybrains
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