Once upon a pair of breasts, dripping sweet nectar, from nipples coated in creamy white jizz that had become part crusty because Lassie always licked the nipples in the strangest pattern. There were reasons. Why had she done fellatio upon this statue? Pigeons usually landed on it. But today, sunlight had cast crude shadows upon it.

Looking closer she reached towards the juncture of between his smooth thighs, carressing skin pulled tightly away. Her fingers pinching his hair, she

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Glistening moonlight caresses the dewed silk petals of a luscious blood red rose, yearning to be experienced, her sweet lusty fragrance uninhibited and irresistible. ~Donovan~