Drunk me...the real me--the version of me not many get to see. Wasn't she lovely?
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i woke up to your touch, your hands gripping on the sheets, lips devouring me. eyes closed but body a volcano, i dripped, molten lava across your cheeks. your burned now, ive left my mark on you. you’re starving now, desperate for more. you skipped the entree; im your dessert. lick me up before i [...]