dailytsc:Emma slid her hands down to his shoulders, broud and strong under her grip. She felt drunk
dailytsc:Emma slid her hands down to his shoulders, broud and strong under her grip. She felt drunk on kissing. This was what people fought wars over, she thought, and killed each other over, and destroyed their lives for: this nerve-shredding mixture of longing and pleasure. -- source link
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