Deflowered
Give it to me
Fingerlicking Oh Yeah
This is heaven, you ARE my sin
It's innocence lost.
If you got sny prettier, you can be my goddesse.
Touch my heart but go a little slowly.
When i am ready I'll be your Angel.
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