I love femmes, young and mustardy, tangy and salty to taste...with blazing eyes full of where they want to go and a drive to take them there
and I love femmes, mature and buttery, soft and hard depending on how you work 'em, with daring eyes to pull the wool over them as they have been around too long to take it again, and a need to be held by simple love and fucked like a young filly all over again
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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