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the bee in me craves for the nectar of a delicate flower...
sOin2you
perhaps the flower lies in wait to accommodate that fullness, meet each thrust, and wanting to feel the throbbing...
Lord Superb
Shall I thrust, then, forward into perversity and spill myself into this vessel? I'm tired of flitting to and fro to find one.
ask and perhaps an answer lies in wait.