Wonk Yolanda Tantrika at Copalis 1.5 Done

Tantra, the dream, massage table in front of the roaring
fire, feather everywhere, even there, burning sage, culinary delicacies used as
brushes, flavors licked from his skin, gentle breath on his spine, oil.
A short break, dance of veils as she walked, bent over to
toss a few more logs on the fire, stairmaster ass. Hand outstretched, from
table to the bedroom, don’t worry, Ahuva will tend the fire, now the lesson of
the chakras.
After it was over, Wonk rose, serious young man, dressed,
stopped, turned, gave Yo a long affectionate kiss.
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