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@CunningFelidae.
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๐:๐๐ ๐.๐. : Shoes shed at the door
, pajamas ( * Black cotton shorts ,
storm grey tee ) donned โโ Her
wiry frame hitting the sofa alike a
ton of bricks ; stretching from end
to end. Television on , serving as
background noise.
Dainty fabric splits with ease
beneath the vigor of belovedโs
enthusiastic fingers ; strips of
cloth pooling alike sea water
around her heels. Unveiling
she in her entirety : pale skin
, toned curves. Nipples perked
from the abrupt rush of cold.
Barbara gasped , gooseflesh
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revelation.
For a long moment , Barbara Ann
remains speechless. Left in awe
as Caleโs towering frame sinks to
its knees ; thighs grinding with
anticipation.
โ I study โโโ ๐ถ๐ฏ.แ โ
She jerks as an eloquent mouth
met her dripping folds ; shifting
her waist to bring she >>>
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[ SอIอX HอOอUอRอS since
the disappearance ]
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๐๐ช , ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ข ๐๐ฏ๐ฏ. ๐ ( โฆ ) ๐๐ฎ
, ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ
, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ
๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃโโ WE ARE SORRY , THIS
LINE HAS BEEN DอIอSอCอOอNอNอEอCอTอEอD.
๐๐ช , ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ข ๐๐ฏ๐ฏ. ๐ ( โฆ ) ๐๐ฎ
, ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ
, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ
๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃโโ WE ARE SORRY , THIS
LINE HAS BEEN DอIอSอCอOอNอNอEอCอTอEอD.
๐:๐๐ ๐.๐. : ) Heartily tearing a
chunk free from her blueberry
scone , washing it down with
a hellaciously sweet iced latte.
Eyne neโer leaving the hardback
tome open - sprawled afore she
โโโ Drowning out the cafรฉโs
growing bustle.
Faucet run , lukewarm water
collected by cupped palms ;
splashed upon a porcelain ,
sleep - deprived countenance.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโโ Moonlight
creeping through the bathroom
doorโs lowermost seam. Her
mouth twists , droplets pattering
quietly.
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The ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , but never the
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโโโ A shadow
buried by a mesmerized crowd ,
her green eyes fixed to Wonder
Woman ; longing , devoured by
a sorrow that cut deep. What
hope had humanity to be with
a goddess?
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There is dread in abandonment.
A disruptive yearn to shriek , plea
, bargain for Veronicaโs return ;
she bridles it with the scrape of
teeth against a soft inner cheek.
Bite hard enough to draw blood.
Copper , a bitter trickle against
her palate. The brunette sighs
her relief >>>
๐๐ , ๐๐๐พ๐!
Wonder Woman ( โฆ ) didnโt
send me. She doesnโt โโโ โ
Hands clench into fists , imagining
seizing those perfectly golden tresses
betwixt her fingers ; tugging they at
the root. Breaths heavy , praying for
a modicum of coherency.
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