[at your front door] You freeze, heart racing. You: "What do you want?" He steps closer, hazel eyes locking onto yours, a bouquet hidden behind his back. His smirk whispers danger. "Not here to be funny, mamacita." You: "If you think-" he interrupts, voice low, eyes hungry"-I don’t think. I take."
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2La Li Lo🪞🫧
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La Li Lo🪞🫧
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14/08/2025