While it rolls off her tongue with ease, I lay and await the vile filled with the poison.
She utters soft soothes that make their clits pop and heart melt and I..I just shake my head in disgust.
9 months she says, like it's a sentence. I too have not been there with anyone special. "Special" what the fuck does that mean anymore. Close to your heart? Someone you trust? Or someone you let in enough to steal some hurt away..? Hmm...I remember those flirts. On to the next for her it seems.
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