Feeling those pants

Drives with endless-ly are perfect.

Cabin with an earthen roof near Folkestad, Norway.
Contributed by Nora Saparova.
My poor mother
begged for a sheep
but raised a wolf.
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I just want to be covered in hickeys and bite marks tbh

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I want to come home to you and taste the waiting on your lips. I want the roses in my hand to fall on the floor because of the impact of your embrace. I want my nails etched into the trench of your back as you bury your head into my collarbone, while your lips unintentionally press against my neck. I want to feel the beating of your heart as it brings me to my knees. I want to taste the desire seeping through your skin and hear the distress exhaled of your lungs. I want your sigh of relief and I want you endlessly.
I want every inch of you as you’ve already taken me.

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My little succulents

I am the best