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So beautiful. And somehow just the words "Monet's Garden" sound like a poem.
When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
So here we go, 2025. Many did not come along with us. We persist for now. I admit to a certain amount of melancholy this season. I spent Ch...
So beautiful. And somehow just the words "Monet's Garden" sound like a poem.
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