I've never faked an "I love you", but an "I'm fine"? That's an entirely different story.
Baseball & music appreciation account fueled by caffeine and mom-isms
the moans he coaxed from her called out to them like a Siren's Song,
for the feral have gathered.
thick heavy stems in tight grasps,
blooming flowers damp under meticulous fingers
prying eyes misted over in desire.
but her body only danced for him...
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every night when the Veil lifts, she returns to his
waiting arms
loving eyes
commanding hands
warm skin
soothing voice
thick member
frenzied ecstasy
lustful throb
intoxicating scent
steady breath
welcoming soul
peaceful presence
she returns to the comfort home in him
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