Simran Nagpal

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There’s just a split second of time where she smiles at me, I smile back, and that’s it. This is where I fall in love with Meadow. An inch away from her pussy while she graces me with a quirk of her lips. She becomes the most important thing in my life, just like that, because nothing and no one has ever filled me with this much purpose. Or affection. I’m in love with this girl. In love without an exit, as if I’d ever fucking look for one.
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