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White wine wets lips kicking at the corners as a smirk begins to form Her lips part forming words Such sweetness he's never heard Truthful bliss or wistful wisps He gathers them gently in
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
Fruit of the vine
White wine wets lips kicking at the corners as a smirk begins to form Her lips part forming words Such sweetness he's never heard Truthful bliss or wistful wisps He gathers them gently in
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30/M/Perth
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
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