Komen
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πThe burning wind of lesbian love
The redness of your lips is my prayer
The redness of your cheeks, the play of your breath
The flame of the breast becomes the union of the breasts
The whisper of the tongue, the mischief of the touch
May your desire become my habit at every moment.π©ββ€οΈβπβπ©π¦π¦π¦πππππ
Balas
Oh to sit back with a cold one and have a front row seat to those kind of performances
Balas