川柳 · 284

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Under me with legs open, and I ask her what she wants to do today. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t like to make plans. I shudder. She exhales. She looks out the window. There’s fresh snow on the evergreens.
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how
····gently her orgasm embraces my come—Sunday
········morning
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Redbud | December 9 2016

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