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Mmmm

There is need beyond words for which my tongue, engaged to the slow-burning loll and bib of cherry wet, demands immediate exact placement of her body as an open-flowered storm of scent and rapture, a fragrant tumble, unlettered, ribbed silence … Continue reading

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