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Uninhibited With You

Shall we travel on a train cross country, or fly to Paris... or just fly... Let us go to South Beach, and use the wet sand as an abrasive, leaving silhouettes only washed away by the sea's fury. Bruise me as you pump passion into my veins while I grant total submission to your freakish fantasies... erotica... our romance... because I love you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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