As I came, something snapped.
"I'm your whore. I'm your whore," I spat the words out with my moans.
And in that moment I was. I trusted him completely. I was his.
"Yes, baby," he said, "I know."
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3 comments:
You both sound like such romantics.
Dirty romantics, that is.
damn, doesn't it feel good to scream that out loud?
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