“I imagine Jacob’s stubble would feel really good brushing against the insides of my thighs. I wonder what that handsome mouth of his could do to set my legs shaking; when it gets to be too much and I beg him to stop because I’m overwhelmed with the pleasure, he holds me down and keeps going until I can feel my soul leave my body.”

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Ayyyy, anonimo, what are you trying to do to me? (Honestly, though, continue sending confessions like this, alright?)
~Claudia

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