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03/16/2018

Like a tiny bed and breakfast nestled in a little curly forest.

"She took his hand into hers and led it to the sweet nectar between her thighs where she was hot and wet and ready for him. 'Come inside, my sweet, where it is warm and inviting,' she whispered."

Master of Desire -- Kinley MacGregor

Posted at 05:26 AM in Excretions, Flamey, Frolicking, Gardening, Hairy, Interior Design |

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