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Geschreven door: Piquet In a chamber suffused with emotion By the light of innumerable dawns, In a house betwixt forests and ocean, Where the briar rose bristles with thorns; There hangs her portrait in splendour, In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown, In lines both violent and tender And colours of thunderous tone. Her eyes bespeak wisdom and knowing, Her face; enigmatic and ever serene With tresses luxuriant, flowing To realms of delight yet unseen. She is lissome of line, at times seeming To move with the heart of the storm. In turn, she seems tranquilly dreaming; Creating visions of exquisite form. Her goddess soul demands adoration, She is a daughter of tempest and night, Of desire - the last incarnation, A creature of ethereal light. Ceaseless and boundless her passion; Kindler of unquenchable fire, Nude in the fearless old fashion, Wellspring of lust and desire! Misschien vind je een van de onderstaande verhalen leuk: Enough Chapter 19(22 minuten)Fictie Lexie comes back. Enough Chapter 18(18 minuten)Fictie The training finally pays off. Duke & Dana Part 4(11 minuten)Fictie - Chantage, Dierlijk, Dwang Dana awoke Monday morning but she wasn’t happy her weekend of fun with Duke and Karen was over... Agent Swann, FBI: Fucked, Blackmailed and Impounded(1 uur 57 minuten)Fictie - Anaal, BDSM, Bondage, Chantage, Dom / sub, Dwang, Geweld, Humiliation, Male Domination, Pijpen Greetings, here comes the first two chapters of a story I wrote together with a friend. If you liked it and want to read more, please consider supporting me on my patreon.com/edgarnightbird. Thank you for reading! All She Had to do is Ask(13 minuten)Waargebeurd - Anaal, Ass to mouth, Male / Female, Pijpen, Reguliere sex We were in a rut. She had a solution | ||||