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She’s too perfect to ignore and too forbidden to be mine.
I have no idea how after at least five minutes of him lapping hungrily at my cunt, he hasn’t suffocated.
He washes my hair like I’m the most delicate thing in the world. Like I mean everything to him, and I close my eyes to ward off the sting from that thought.
Do you think men ever feel bad for the stuff they like? Do
they get called sluts or depraved or nasty? No. I think we’re all tired of being shamed and shoved into these quiet, perfect little innocent versions of ourselves while men can be as deviant as they want.”
