Sauriel Cheryl Monae, the sprinks of winter, alore a chocolate forest sunshine from the westard mustard seeds, kariff a day of remote warmth. His hair is blonde, the morning night moon aplexigy.
Kissed santigold lips of Roman doctrines, dark hair molasses, blue eyes of glass tears. He could not hold her hand without a grisp of thick, long, locks. Master Goldsmiths of Chesney blues. If she were to truly see him, his grip on her breasts would elaire her envelope. The month of cheer, the sun chocolate castes, this sunnyville family heats up niar lives. Love you Avery.
XOXOXO,
Kharese
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So, I am back in season! Stay tuned for more love, beauty and carnal pretty diasos. I simply love writing these posts! Keep up with me, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursdays of every week! See ya later, Beauties!
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