Brewing In another time the softness of your body. The witches brew, the warmth you stew. There is a creamy fullness one can see. Something so old and yet forever new. Into such sweetness, there a mouth is pressed. Into blossom, warm as if to please. A hand exploring something to caress more than... Sign in to see full entry.
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