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Jul 30, 2007 18:37

And I will drag from you, with aching lips, your last few drops, until we sit, like so many smoked cigarettes.Her body felt like nothing more than a heavy bag of bones, which she lay quietly down to rest against the cool fiberglass of her bathtub. The warm water splashed against her toes and tickled her thighs... she brought her knees up under her ( Read more... )

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consortofvenus July 31 2007, 23:42:14 UTC
Do you have facebook?

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