As I lay inside my sheets, I can feel the sticky substance stuck on the inside of my sheets, left over from our previous session. We had no clue it would be our last. The loneliness in my heart was overwhelming. I couldn't help but long for my throat goat. A pain. A sharp, sharp pain. A pain behind my eyes that I couldn't rectify. Long live my honey bun.

tight yet goopy, drippy

i luv u fren

Respectable favorite group, my guy.

░█░█░█▀█░█▀█░█▀█░█░█░░█▀▄░█▀▀░█░█░█░░█░█░█▀▀░█▀█░█▀█░█░
░█▀█░█▀█░█▀▀░█▀▀░▀█▀░░█░█░█▀▀░█░█░█░░▀█▀░█▀▀░█▀█░█▀▄░▀░
░▀░▀░▀░▀░▀░░░▀░░░░▀░░░▀░▀░▀▀▀░░▀░▀░░░░▀░░▀▀▀░▀░▀░▀░▀░▀░

mwah mwah mwah