When (and I do mean if) I ever submit and let my lover find me, it will look like we’re having a rave when I get that clap on light, everyone will know we’re fucking.
Not everyone’s reason for wanting a clap on are equal.
Dad, I don’t even know where to begin, because there aren’t enough words to hold everything you are to me. You are strength in its truest fo...
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