Slut.
That’s what you are.
Don’t even bother denying it.
I know everything. I know how you think and what you think about.
Sex.
Admit it. You love playing dirty. The mere thought of being pushed onto your hands and knees then ripped open, sends blood rushing through you, leaving your head empty, slightly dizzy.
It’s your drug.
Drops of liquid, packets of
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