The Girl With the Black Heart

This is what the inside of my head looks like...

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sinful.

October 23, 2016 by Jennifer Garay

 

My flesh burns of desire as i savor my sins on your lips. 

Oh, the exquisite feeling of lust...... I had forgotten what you tasted like. 

Bad habits die hard because they make us feel alive... right?

right. 

 

 

October 23, 2016 /Jennifer Garay
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