Well, I'm going to make up for lost time... here goes:
“I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. He’s my very own Christian Grey-flavored popsicle. I suck harder and harder … Hmm … My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.”
its been almost a year for most of us, it was a good run.
I hate being bipolar, its awesome.
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