francine francois crab

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Deft fingers sweep stray curls of his black hair aside, clearing a path for the cloth he drags along his cheek into the supple cleft of his throat. When was his last sip of water? His lips look far too arid. A kiss would restore their shine . . .
francine francois crab
tHIS IS SO SENUAL... Maybe theyre gayy?!
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