Dear Jane,
What a perfect fantasy you are! I want to do things to every inch of you. I want to invent a new level of pleasure with you. It's ok baby, I want to kiss your whole self. Beautiful sidewalker babe, I love. How do you you know what to say to me at all times? I don't like the ocean anymore. I hate the ocean. I wish these stars were above both of our heads. Marry me. I'll be your man in public and your slave in private.
Wish you were there, wish you were here. I'll soon be in a deep slumber. I'll dream of you. Sweet dreams, you little peach pie.
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