The yang lord and his guard dog
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MatureOngoing1h 21m
Last published Sun, May 26, 2024
Maxim's eyes darkened as he wandered how would it feel if he touched it , if he squeezed a bit too hard would his imprint be left on that translucent skin ? He squeezed his fist as his gaze moved to the eyes that were looking at him and yet don't see him . Light green as if spring is spreading it green wings on the land. Maxim swallowed his dry saliva as he stared at these lips , so pale with a hint of pink as light as Peony flower, so full , so tempting.. maxim stared wanting to take a glimpse of that tang nestling deep inside. ...
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