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I know whatâs running through your mind. Your eyes have already slipped through the sheer fabric, filled with that deliberately restrained hunger you try to hide. You pretend to be simply admiring me, but we both know itâs just part of the game.
You want to tear everything off my body and watch me lose control at your feet
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