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It’s over! Finally,
Any last requests?
A BJ from Sally? That was her name wasn’t it?
She looked great in my new robe that morning I found you.
The ‘I didn’t even cum’ look on her bored face, one I could appreciate,
The carpet burn on her lonely elbows from the night before.
Up against the kitchen island locked in your embrace,
Spilling the bottle, baby’s milk gone.
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