'ive definitely lost it the moment i take him to my bedroom, and i let him make love to me. he fucks me slow and deep, holding both my hands the whole time. He doesn't let himself finish until he's made me come, whispering his name over and over again.'
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Story by xav.
vestigial.
you speak of death as if it is the start of life in your stories, but you portray it as the end of life in yo...
