Duskfire Glacier [m] diet mountain dew

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gods, she couldn't stay upset with him.

instantly he moved to her aide and lousine felt herself fall apart all over again. she allowed it, the closeness, pressed her face into the broadness of his chest and stayed there. she felt the vibrations of his speech through his ribs.

she raised her muzzle to his jaw, his chin; just a moment ago she was crying and now she was all over him, forelimbs tossed around his neck. am i not giving to the world when i give to you?

she trailed lower, dropping an arm down to rove his abdomen, his hips. do you want me to show you how grown up i am, faust?