Coal hued curls cascade free, she is wearing denim leggings and a purple tee clings to her bosom rising beneath eyes ever shining the hope of his presence soon twining her own Hunger-made chili bubbles on the stovetop into a softly sighing sound beyond the pane wetly humid with light eve's lavender... Sign in to see full entry.
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