I paid extra for her spit. Said it had heroin in it. I don’t know if it was true, but the way she drooled down my back while she rode me—God, I saw stars melt.

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I paid extra for her spit. Said it had heroin in it. I don’t know if it was true, but the way she drooled down my back while she rode me—God, I saw stars melt.

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