Isobel

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Veronika
Veronika
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I long to bite the perfect peach of your ass. To bathe the ripe pink buds of your nipples with my tongue, licking, sucking, biting. To savor the salty sugars of your nether pearl.

Your essence distilled into a musky, heady, dizzying sweetness; syrup-like, your juices roll around my tongue.

Your skin white as new snow, the black hairs that cover the delta between your thighs are silky soft and tickle my nose as I lick every letter of my desire on your clit, I worship at your altar.

Your cherry lips part; you strain against your bonds and soft cries escape and build until you scream out to your gods, whisper my name, cry out your release.

I'd eat you up if I could.

Veronika
Veronika
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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
A COMPARISION OF FOOD

with my loved one. TK U MLJ LV NV

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