And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of m — Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
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And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of myself, thinking about lust— about my slutty white sheets and all the men who like to hide in them.

— Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
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