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and with every sip at her lips, my lungs filled to the brim with sweet nectar. i'm slipping into her depths, unable to come up for air, and not even wanting to try.
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May 27, 2022
May 27, 2022 at 8:42 AM UTC
re: sapphos
and with every sip at her lips, my lungs filled to the brim with sweet nectar. i'm slipping into her depths, unable to come up for air, and not even wanting to try.
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May 27, 2022
May 27, 2022 at 8:42 AM UTC
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