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.
The seed was there first. Before the roots knew how deep they would reach. Before the stem knew how to follow the sunlight. Before the flo...
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