I need sex. No, I need to be fucked. Fucked hard and rough and thouroughly. Hurt. Pleasured. Tied, beaten. Bruised.
I get that. Just not often enough.
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I get that. Just not often enough.
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About Me
- Name: Candi
- Location: Tennessee, United States
Whimsically serious, beautifully flawed, frighteningly intelligent, fascinatingly boring, deafeningly silent, mournfully optimistic. A walking conundrum?
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