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Your lips are perfect, I say.
For an evening out.
You don’t mean sucking cock?
For that too.
She turns. She presses her lipsticked lips together and wipes the corner with a little finger.
Am I good? she asks.
You’re a mess.
Where? She turns, leans over the counter top, looks in the mirror.
I’ll show you.
····her tongue in the mirror—fucked from
Redbud | January 31 2017