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The president is all love and no love.
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Categories: youthfulness
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"It's hot!" She'd been set up in his bed by mistake, and he snapped, pinning her down, "Speak! Who sent you?" She couldn't say, driven by drugs, everything was done by desire. Afterwards she retreated, but he pressed, night after night, but only the body's pleasure, no love commitment. Valentine's Day night, she snuggled into his arms and whispered, "I want to get married." He, however, took her a...