lips eyes skin heat
you lust moan pout
lick take give need
hair sweat tongue slide
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2 comments:
My cat Colette must have read this, over my shoulder. She's been completely demented by lust and moaning without restraint for the
last couple of days. I've tried
explaining that intraspecies romance doesn't generally work out,
and no other explanations seem to
register with her.
"yes sir and on my list of credits are several well received kitty erotica tales"
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