simmer-until: I knelt naked at her feet last night. She let me adore her legs and feet. I massaged her while she read. My nose filled with her. It makes my head spin. I get drunk on her. I desperately wanted to taste her. But she refused me. I was a

simmer-until: I knelt naked at her feet last night. She let me adore her legs and feet. I massaged her while she read. My nose filled with her. It makes my head spin. I get drunk on her. I desperately wanted to taste her. But she refused me. I was a

tags: Opies' Closet of Desires,

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