Two worlds collide en masse they yield so fine like lips smacking, our fingers tapping en route to greater design. caress our flaws stroke the doors into our unconscious mind.
dive deeper with a kiss explore exquisiteness both penetrate and yield gasp, laugh and squeal now we close our eyes and lick the inner thighs bubbling to excess unlock the inner goddess the magma will explode the red rain does now flow
scalding and softening dissolving, engorging and pulsing flowing, infusing and liquefying until deaths delightful deliquesce.
mmmmmmm... prlummmmmbra brinta, recapture our rapture and play precognitive display emerges and surges our bountiful urges forming our boundaries from this ****-filled foundry blossomed and ready for today
Spinnin and spinnin Head breaks off into a branch The ends of my fingertips thin out Like I am dense in the middle: thin around the edges: i can feel myself melting away. He told me Ill meet you there, but someone will hurt you when the time is most wrong boywasiright