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Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended |
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Like blossoms open,
her womanly folds unfurl in the early morn. The sun and heat rise as her sweet nectar glistens, yearning for a touch. Out in the crisp air she strokes the velvet wetness with all knowing hands. Snow blows over her as she screams into the night; her sated release.
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