The clitoris as art
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Look at this and guess what it is hint—it's not a penguin, it's not a banana peel, and it's not a flower:
According to a post by Museum of Sex blogger Ms.
I linked my fingers together and tilted my chin down.
"Does he like to tease you, Holly.
When I wasn't doped up on cold medicine and dead to the world, I curled up in the living room mindlessly watching TV or laid in bed despite not actually sleeping.
That had to have smarted, but he deserved it for the whopper he'd fed me.
Yes, he was a dick for what he did to you.
The little balls imbedded in his thick shaft pressed into my swollen pussy.