Can you look back to when you met the one you loved the most and remember exactly how it was? Not as in where you were or what she was wearing or what you ate for lunch that day, but rather as in what it was you saw in her that made you say, Yes, this is what I came here for. I could say some dumb shit, but I really don’t know. I liked the way she cussed. She cussed with great beauty. And her body. She was the best fuck. She really fucked you, or she really let you fuck her. She didn’t hold back. She always gave you everything and she wasn’t ever fake about it.
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