Slip off your shoes and climb into bed, meddling with magic, a rendez-vous with sin. Half written novels, stories over told, there is no such thing as faeries, magic isn't real. You lost it, its gone, you won't get it back, pick up your things and don't look back. You don't mean a thing to him, he'll just throw you back. Fucked by sin, erotic
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