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Does anyone heve the Dystopian Project's Claire Quest (Tier III+) Dec 2021 + Jan 2022 HD Art Pack drew by Pigu_tao MEGA link?
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Soft mommy doms.
No cucking.
No cucking.
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One night I had a very vivid wet dream.
I wanted to preserve the image, so I wrote this to recreate it as accurately as possible.
Enjoy.
I was on an island, in a rich garden, overflowing with roses, honey suckles, grape vines and all number of botanical beauties. I was seated in a white, delicately hewn, wooden chair, encircled wide with white latus walls overgrown with vines and pink flowers.
Behind me a sheer blue-grey cliff rose high into the air. Footed by thick foliage, painted with vines and liken and crowned with a magnificent victorian mansion with a green glass roof.
Before me the latus wall opened to a view of a rolling green lawn that stretched down to a white sand beach in the distance. The water glittered blue in the midday sun.
From behind me, a spirit of the forest, or jungle of that island, approached me. She stood tall and straight like a great tree, her skin was green as grass, and she wore no garment save for the leaves, vines and flowers that clung to her, which seemed to flow down about her from her head, which was crowned with many small white flowers.
Her whole body was like thick foliage, save for her chest which was like that of a petite woman's. Her breast glistened with dew.
In addition to all of this, about her and above her moved several thick, elegant vines. They seemed to glide and slither through the air as if of their own accord. Soon the vines came round about me like caressing hands. One of the vines, with the deftness and delicateness of a woman's hand, unbuckled my pants, and slid them down to my ankles.
At the tip of the vine grew what looked like a long pink and white flower, with a sweet nectar that clung to the inside of the long thick petals.
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One night I had a very vivid wet dream.
I wanted to preserve the image, so I wrote this to recreate it as accurately as possible.
Enjoy.
I was on an island, in a rich garden, overflowing with roses, honey suckles, grape vines and all number of botanical beauties. I was seated in a white, delicately hewn, wooden chair, encircled wide with white latus walls overgrown with vines and pink flowers.
Behind me a sheer blue-grey cliff rose high into the air. Footed by thick foliage, painted with vines and liken and crowned with a magnificent victorian mansion with a green glass roof.
Before me the latus wall opened to a view of a rolling green lawn that stretched down to a white sand beach in the distance. The water glittered blue in the midday sun.
From behind me, a spirit of the forest, or jungle of that island, approached me. She stood tall and straight like a great tree, her skin was green as grass, and she wore no garment save for the leaves, vines and flowers that clung to her, which seemed to flow down about her from her head, which was crowned with many small white flowers.
Her whole body was like thick foliage, save for her chest which was like that of a petite woman's. Her breast glistened with dew.
In addition to all of this, about her and above her moved several thick, elegant vines. They seemed to glide and slither through the air as if of their own accord. Soon the vines came round about me like caressing hands. One of the vines, with the deftness and delicateness of a woman's hand, unbuckled my pants, and slid them down to my ankles.
At the tip of the vine grew what looked like a long pink and white flower, with a sweet nectar that clung to the inside of the long thick petals.
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>No NTR
>No cuckshit
>No Blacks
Some of us just want to pretend we're happy
>No cuckshit
>No Blacks
Some of us just want to pretend we're happy
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