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picturing her on her knees with my cock stretching her throat feels a lot like Christmas morning.
I’ll be her villain. I’m the big, bad wolf, and the only thing I’m hungry for is the taste of sweet little Lennon.
That’s the cruel thing about awareness. Once it hits, you can never go back to the way it was before. There’s only before and after.
