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8 min 43 sec
I Feel Myself
meeting the muse 2
Throw out the taffeta and the disappointing car sex, ditch the high school gymnasium, the spiked punch, and the wilting corsages. This is Euphemias prom, bitches, and welcome to it - coconut oil and poetry, legs, heart, and mind open wide, body and self completely supported, as the giggly illicit intensity of her fig-coloured vibrator makes her the Queen.
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