Peace
The living room is dark and warm. The music is soft, bluesy music the color of cigar smoke. They dance with their hips.
Her tits come out. Her head is on his bald spot. All night, I watch their secrets. Their secrets fill me up.
The living room is dark and warm. The music is soft, bluesy music the color of cigar smoke. They dance with their hips.
Her tits come out. Her head is on his bald spot. All night, I watch their secrets. Their secrets fill me up.
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