Thursday

roundabout

 Something the matter with her eye patch ....not quite  a scholarly matter with the powers that be! the commanders of forest and 

weather. bloc of this that the other.. as avid as an anteater... along the teats of time's ..... no No No you sweltering pig! you bovine butt  buncher! the dust the disgusting always the start.  of true confidence...... that counts and her breasts pushed up into your mouth.. Franny's last wholesome suck...


take a puff
hold me tighter as lace does holding in abra? is that what you call it? a bra for every communist hope__ dont be a cynic!~

Her lover wakes up finding her snuggled between the volumes around her thighs ... the pages fluttered of clean and air and her solemn oath...  between her legs...   


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