thumbs.pro : sub-textural: raininjuarez: The string quartet droned. The chatter too. All starched shirts and stiff facades She pulled him into the orchard The hem slipped higher. She bid him: “Bite. Feast. Savor” Always impish.

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alice215685: Mmm eat me ..you ll love the taste of my sweet

myendlessj0urney: Who wants to bring me an ice coffee and 贄

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