My nude breasts fly and land, longing for Unknown flesh
These waves of earth truth thunder call your Mouth
My Nudes Portfolio
My nude breasts fly and land, longing for Unknown flesh These waves of earth truth thunder call your Mouth
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Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts -
Eros, o Noturno. Eros, o Assaltante. Passas as horas sonhando sem nexo: Rende-te ou eu acabo-te! Canta-me ou eu grito! Beija-me ou eu devoro...
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