The magic of dusk, when moist pink passions lusciously innocently but tremblingly knowingly embrace the deep dark blue depths of desires and surrender with bold blind total submission to their chosen master, lover, and more.... gasping, “Take us, in every sense, in every way, and bend us as you will, to your every will, every wish, every command, every moment of night and day, and fill us, with every thrust, with every push, with every pull, with waves of love from your sea of love, that quench our thirsts in shared moments of ecstasy, to be replaced by our hungers for more, and more, and more. Let us come, to, with, and for you, our master, lover, ....and more!” ❤️❤️💙❤️❤️
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