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3-20-17

He plunged his fingers into me like he was in desperate need of food No matter how much I moaned it wasn't enough for his starving soul his beautiful eyes still expressed hunger we both knew the night wasn't getting any younger Although he was my perfect whole he had to go in search for his

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