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Aug 2015
it's different.
not foreign, nor organic.
tongue flicking and suckling at her sweet spots,
she moans and whimpers in response to my touch.
she is a smooth, warm creature
wrapped in alabaster
the epitome of comfort.
i see the appeal.
Julia Brennan
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Julia Brennan  Utah
(Utah)   
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