“If you must, then…” she said with a sigh,
As his hand slowly crept up her thigh…
“And you will, I suppose…
I’m so weak, heaven knows…
Fuck me, do, though I think I may cry.”
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“If you must, then…” she said with a sigh,
As his hand slowly crept up her thigh…
“And you will, I suppose…
I’m so weak, heaven knows…
Fuck me, do, though I think I may cry.”