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She Was First Mine
Her hand was first mine, just so you know.
Her slender fingers touched my face as she helped me find my place inside of her. How I wanted to live always within the kindness of her soft animal self, but you were the successful hunter.
You seem to have won her heart, but she’ll always have thoughts of me as you press in to claim your prize.
Her slender fingers touched my face as she helped me find my place inside of her. How I wanted to live always within the kindness of her soft animal self, but you were the successful hunter.
You seem to have won her heart, but she’ll always have thoughts of me as you press in to claim your prize.
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