Golden Birds

Daryl swallowed and nodded a bit at her words. Though he was still distracted by the way the her hands explored him, then suddenly fell away. Missing her touch already, “— I ain’t much better.” He says in a small voice before looking down and seeing her undo her pants. Blue hues growing a bit wide when he saw her panties.

Shimming out of her pants, before lifting her shirt over her head. Showing off the matching bra. "Then..maybe we can..figure this out together." She smiled weakly, letting her small frame lean up against him.

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"Am I wrong for moving on?" "Cause this world is the way it is." "Cut the shit, be real with me." "Can’t you let things be?" "Don’t tell me how I feel." "Don’t say that, it’s not fair." "Don’t you try to blame this on me!" "Don’t threaten me with what you think I feel." "Don’t you ever feel…

"Haven’t you heard?" "Well, hon, you know, nothing’s right" "We’re never gonna know what it’s like from inside" "I don’t really know you, but I like to have imaginary conversations inside my head" "They are so easy to please!" "Well, I’m fine!" "I don’t really know you but I wish I did" ...

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