KILLING ME WITH A GLANCE
It started with just a brush in my bum
It was sure like you added a hum
There is no one around us and you made a quick touch
Only to feel me weak; it made my eggs hatch.
Slow strokes became erratic and bolder
The movie became so uninteresting when they looked at me like a hooker;
My moans are subdued as the speed increases;
The
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