Angela Henrickson | two women like a devoted disciple, I pray. I pray to strands of soft blonde hair tickling the nape of my neck as she whispers in my ear, come closer I pray to the sweet taste of her lips on mine as salivating secrets are shared I pray to sweaty, interlaced fingers and a hot grip that becomes tighter, tighter… my god is a pink ocean perfectly placed between trembling thighs, and devoted—I pray.
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