Dream Woman. Dreams, well this must feel solid. I pack all tight. Squeezing into each soft hand a bloom. Legs shaven, silks, looks that never seem to finish quite. Gentle blushes. Secluded tables, wine, and perfume. These doors were never meant to be slightly ajar Packed in rows displaying just a... Sign in to see full entry.
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