I’m not asking for a love letter I’m asking for effort. Pull my hair, kiss me like I’m oxygen, leave bite marks like you meant it. I’m sick of dead fish thrusting and lazy “you good?” afterward. No, I’m not good. Rub it like you know where it is. Eat like it’s a d### meal. I’m not a warm-up act, I’m the main f###### event.
Be respectful, no personal info, and no hate speech.
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