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He makes love to me in the corridor. I kiss him, hungry, and he knows exactly where and how to touch me; how to make my body and mind completely helpless. He’s painfully real to me, and I need him, and his low murmurs of satisfaction wind through me like a thread of comfort.
Em ✨
bitch stop FUCKING the ALIEN he’s DICKNOTIZING YOU
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