I think I've met you before.
Those innocent eyes and pouty, sinful lips.
I'll never forget the way my breath caught in my throat as that blue shirt pressed against your chest; beckoning my reckless desire.
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I think I've met you before.
Those innocent eyes and pouty, sinful lips.
I'll never forget the way my breath caught in my throat as that blue shirt pressed against your chest; beckoning my reckless desire.