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I crave him.

His mature hands touching my body.
His warm breath brushing my neck.
Pushed against a wall.
Alone. Only with him.
No one who could stop us.
I can’t think about anything else.
The craving gets stronger with every minute.

Other girls: I don’t dress up pretty and wear make-up for others, I do it for myself!


Me: I do it to look beautiful to a middle aged man. Yes, something went terribly wrong…