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Nuru Trio

Yes, we looked into some nuru gel to give him private sessions of our own. Merci monsieur et mademoiselle. A friend sandwich, pleasure to the bone— hands up thighs, breasts down backs, no skin on slippery skin we’d not condone … Continue reading

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The voice through which I echo ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the breath I know to be mine ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀inside our shared moment ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀decides word to word as though ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀reflecting an immortal design. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀”Though nothing can bring back the hour,” ⠀⠀⠀⠀Denise’s recitation finally broke … Continue reading

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⠀Oh! just look! at how my fingers tingle like lace icicles at dawn oh they twitch at how oh oh! your toes wiggle like wee worms oh oh they dance at how oh! my ears burn like brushfire clearing the … Continue reading

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