Salacious_Scribe
is writing 1 handed
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Her tits were like mason jars, the areola were the lids, and the erect nipples proved the vacuum seal had been broken.
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....so, here're more tits to describe!
I love the wide variety of sexy we humans can cover.
Beautifully written!Like the Amazons of myth, cursed forever by an etymological blunder, she was defined by her solitary breast, its moon-fullness made only more bounteous, more voluptuous, by the absence of its once-upon-a-time partner. In the silver light of the archer her goddess she bathed, unabashed and fearless, almost proud of the figure she cut, as if to make undeniable the magnificence of her accidental asymmetry. We gazed upon her in furtive adoration, dreaming of the day we might worship that perfection with our lips, as once we worshipped our mothers, newborn and hungry as the night.
Fake.I have gotten stuck in a story of mine. The man is looking down on a woman with large breast. I'm trying to describe how they look when they rests and pools like soft pillows.
How would you describe Kelly Madison's tits in this image?
Natural, huge and lopsided a bit.I have gotten stuck in a story of mine. The man is looking down on a woman with large breast. I'm trying to describe how they look when they rests and pools like soft pillows.
How would you describe Kelly Madison's tits in this image?
That was an impressive piece of writing.Like the Amazons of myth, cursed forever by an etymological blunder, she was defined by her solitary breast, its moon-fullness made only more bounteous, more voluptuous, by the absence of its once-upon-a-time partner. In the silver light of the archer her goddess she bathed, unabashed and fearless, almost proud of the figure she cut, as if to make undeniable the magnificence of her accidental asymmetry. We gazed upon her in furtive adoration, dreaming of the day we might worship that perfection with our lips, as once we worshipped our mothers, newborn and hungry as the night.