you licked my wounds today with a tongue of evaporated sea salt and yet, the burning does nothing to my numb existance except make me wonder how much bigger the hole in my stomach has become since you furst put it there back in July. Did you think I missed you putting that empty space me? I was groaning with pleasure at the time, but I felt your motives even then, even I can fake more than an orgasm.Birth sign: Aquarius
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