Mein kleiner Spatz (my little sparrow), where do you think you're going? every night, you're sneaking out, and i don't like it he held your face to his, his breath was warm and minty, his lips brushed slightly against yours, it sent shocks down your spine to your core talk, where are you going every night? and trust me ich kann mir Möglichkeiten vorstellen, wie du reden kannst (i can think of ways to get you to talk) he voice was dominate, with a low growl
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