So what, I open my legs. I blow boys not bubbles. I have danced on a pole. I flirt. I am a s*ut. I'm a b*tch. I have a story. Not that you know it, You just wanna start judgeing.
Gross poem(: Please read, if you have a dirty mind No hate comments tho -.- Carry my home. Take my up the staris. Throw me on the bed. Kiss my neck. Take my clothes off. Make me moan. Make me scream for more. Show me what pleashure is. F*ck my hard. Fatser. harder. Dont stop (:
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