Slip your hands through thickness the warmness of the lips your smell ignited my nose and something came over me and I devour my goddess like some sweet red grapes every burst every move locked in
those pretty eyes mmm mwahh mwahh mwahh every kiss the sweet juices run down my mouth she moans so beautifully oh my goddess talking my divine through this blist caressing every inch of your optimal growing shapely vine
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Author:
Star seed (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Fantasy
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A poetic fantasy of love with an allegory of grapes and wind. Well crafted
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