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HUMPLESS WEDNESDAY
Cold winter morning again.
Humpless Wednesday again.
Again, you who don't warm my bed.
How I miss your arms,
Your warm breasts on my back,
Your breath on my neck,
My hands pulling down your panties,
For that hurried bonding thrust
Waking up with you,
And not with this fucking cold
Wet dream stain that wets my sheets.
Humpless Wednesday again.
Again, you who don't warm my bed.
How I miss your arms,
Your warm breasts on my back,
Your breath on my neck,
My hands pulling down your panties,
For that hurried bonding thrust
Waking up with you,
And not with this fucking cold
Wet dream stain that wets my sheets.
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