Trans Nectar (and other hyper femme things)

Weeks pass… continents are born, drift apart, smash together again…
The final unintentional act of a mouse scurrying across a pile of blast caps, the explosion happens in the abandoned coal mind— “oh, that’s what ‘overnight soaks’ “ means….
Five am is a nice time to grow dream blearily erect imagining lush squishy cheeks and a gleaming glistening glitter gape positioned and slowly lowering onto an erect tongue….
You know that Bob down at the plant is going to notice the glitter in your eyebrows at the 9 o’clock break, but isn’t it odd that he always notices…
 
Weeks pass… continents are born, drift apart, smash together again…
The final unintentional act of a mouse scurrying across a pile of blast caps, the explosion happens in the abandoned coal mind— “oh, that’s what ‘overnight soaks’ “ means….
Five am is a nice time to grow dream blearily erect imagining lush squishy cheeks and a gleaming glistening glitter gape positioned and slowly lowering onto an erect tongue….
You know that Bob down at the plant is going to notice the glitter in your eyebrows at the 9 o’clock break, but isn’t it odd that he always notices…
Bob sounds like a slut.
 
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