She was a Hadron Collider, and I was a hyperactive Tardigrade.
April 26, 2024
She was like a loon call at dusk. Scary and forlorn but seductive as a cicadas droning in the darkening twilight. She was like a 1950’s mom with cookies and an ice cold glass of whole milk, but then you notice she’s naked under the apron and is sporting a jeweled buttplug in her ass,…
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