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haebinHello my lovely readers! It's Sunday and a new chapter is up. I hope you'll enjoy it! ♥
A little Content-"Warning" here because it's contains smut. Actually, it is all about smut. XDDD
He likes to talk. She likes to listen.
Trálír felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness and bit his lower lip. Slowly he slid to Anwyn who looked up at him, curiosity in her gaze. He carefully placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed himself half on top of her so that his left leg rested between her legs and his lap touched her thigh. Her nightgown had ridden up over her knees and Trálír was only too aware that they were skin to skin. He could feel the heat radiating from Anwyn's skin and the desire for her flooded through his body like an out-of-control fire.
His desire for her grew immeasurably and it was hard for him to keep control, because he wanted to take his time, didn't want to rush things and make Anwyn feel like he was forcing himself on her. Trálír therefore took a deep breath and slowly and carefully settled on top of her. He felt her body nestle against his as he rested his head against her sternum for a moment. He closed his eyes, cleared his throat and swallowed to ged rid of the dryness. He was nervous.
Trálír took another deep breath, then straightened a little and propped himself up on his elbows beside Anwyn to look down at her. When he realized that she was also nervous despite her curiosity, he laughed lightly to ease the tension between them.
And as he did so, he shook his head almost helplessly.
„Gods, my heart is pounding“, he confessed in a whisper.
Anwyn's smile was also tinged with nervousness and he saw the growing uncertainty in her gaze.
“Mine as well,” she replied, unconsciously biting her lower lip. Trálír's right hand reached for Anwyn's and their fingers intertwined while he placed his other hand on her cheek and kissed her tenderly.
When he ended the kiss, he gave Anwyn a loving smile and let his lips glide softly like a feather to the delicate skin of her neck. Another soft kiss, a gentle suck on her skin and the tip of his tongue moved deliciously slow to her earlobe. When Anwyn felt his hot breath on her ear, she flinched unconsciously and the grip of her fingers tightened.
“Close your eyes, Anwyn,” Trálír whispered in a velvety voice. Without seeing it, he felt her comply with his request. He recognized it by the deep inhalation and exhalation, by the way her chest rose and fell and how she pressed her body against him. The soft sigh that slipped from her full lips was the last confirmation Trálír needed.
"Let me kiss you, Anwyn“, whispered Trálír with a racing heart. „First your lips … those wonderful full lips of yours.“
Anwyn felt Tralir shift slightly and closed her eyes when she felt his lips on hers. She opened her mouth to let him in without any more doubt but he stopped the kiss and continued in a whispering voice: “Let me taste the deliciously sweetness of your skin, will you?”
Anwyn nodded and moaned softly as the tip of the elf's tongue left a burning trail of desire from her earlobe to the hollow of her neck. “I want to press my lips between your thighs, being close to the heat I can feel radiating from you. The heat which is so promising, so tempting. And it drives me insane.”
He took his right hand off her shoulder and his fingertips slid from the neckline of her cleavage down over the fabric of her nightdress until he found his way between her thighs. With his index finger, he drew gentle patterns on the skin of her inner thighs.
Anwyn breathed deeply when she listened to the words of her beloved. Would he put his words into action?
“And even if that fire inside you threatened to burn me, if your kisses meant my death, nothing would be able to stop me.”
His lips pressed to her breasts, a long passionate lick over her heated skin and then he looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. Anwyn looked back at him, her throat getting tight and she let her fingers run through his long, black hair.
“How I long for the moment when you allow me to take you. Your body, your heart, your soul. Your moans will be the sweetest song I have ever heard in my entire life. And I want you to call my name from your beautiful lips as you obey your own lust, your own desire.”
Trálír's lips moved back to the side of her neck and he sucked passionately on the warm skin as his left hand detached from Anwyn's cheek and he slid his fingertips down the side of her breast, his right hand still painting gentle patterns on the delicate inner skin of her thigh. A soft moan slipped from Anwyn's lips.
“You taste like Life, my Love. When I close my eyes, your hair has the scent of lavender, your skin tastes like a mixture of blueberries, honey and raspberries. So sweet, so promising. So delicately invigorating.”
Sighing, he licked gently over the thin skin of her throat and began to suck on it the next moment. His left hand slid over the rough fabric of Anwyn's nightdress and he felt her nipples stretch out against his touch. Trálír smiled ecstatically.
“Oh, I see,” he whispered. “You like what I do?”
A stifled gasp came from Anwyn's throat and she pressed her head further into the pillow, offering him her long, stretched neck, her throat, revealing her complete devotion and deep trust in him. This gesture was more of a response to Trálír than a whispered yes or a weak nod, for he knew that she was giving herself to him with all that she felt, whether it was lust, longing or love.
Trálír took her bud between his fingertips, touching it with slow, sensual and circular movements. He unconsciously bit his lower lip as Anwyn pressed her hips against his erection which was straining beneath his undergarments. He was close to let out a deeply embarrassing whimper.
“Slow, slow, my Love”, he whispered and tried to stifle the moan that was in his throat. He pushed the neckline of the nightdress down as far as it would allow so that he could devote himself to the base of Anwyn's breasts. Painting passionate patterns with the tip of his tongue, pressing numerous kisses onto the heated skin. He couldn't help but continue to suppress the small moans rising in his throat and noticed how Anwyn unconsciously reacted to them by running a shiver through her whole body.
“Would you allow me to take off your nightgown, Anwyn?” he asked in a low voice, looking up at her. Breathing heavily, Anwyn half sat up and nodded with a look of lust in her eyes. Trálír reached for the fabric of the robe and pulled it up, letting Anwyn slip out of the long shirt. Before she could sink back into the bed, Trálír wrapped his arms around her and slid his fingers from the nape of her neck down her spine, over her sweaty skin, to her buttocks where his hands pressed into the flesh.
“Gods, Trálír,” Anwyn gasped and sank back into the sheets, gasping for breath. He took the opportunity to place himself between her open thighs and under her leg with his knee to push it up. He felt the dampness of her panties through the fabric of his own and took a deep breath, struggling not to lose himself in his own orgasm in the next moment.
The desire to indulge in his own pleasure was seductive.
“Will you allow me to touch and lick those beautiful buds that stretch out so longingly towards me?” Trálír asked, his voice just a breath, barely audible.
“Yes ... yes, please,” Anwyn replied breathless and stretched out towards him. Trálír pushed himself closer to Anwyn's body, pressed his almost painfully pulsating member against her lap and felt her respond by slowly pressing her hips against him and then lowering them again.
Anwyn grinded gently against his erection and Trálír's breath hitched for a moment. With a soft sigh, he tilted his head and took her left nipple between his teeth, sucking on it tenderly at first, then more firmly. The moan that slipped over Anwyn's lips made his member pulsate almost on the verge of physical agony.
Oh, the wonderful, almost sweet pain that filled Trálír. With a plop, he released her bud and said in a low voice, “Oh my love, you taste so good. I could suck on them for hours, listen to your heavy breathing and feel those little excited shivers running through your body.”
A sensual laugh from the elf filled the room.
He gently massaged her buttocks while his lips traced a wet trail from one breast to the other. He closed his eyes and licked her bud with pleasure. He felt one of Anwyn's hands digging into his long hair, while the other pressed into the skin of his shoulder, which was damp with lust and her fingernails left crescent-shaped marks.
The sharp pain made him groan softly and he pressed his lap against Anwyn's entrance, pressing his member against the fabric of his underpants, against the heat that would have welcomed him only too gladly.
“Let me give your other breast the attention it deserves, will you?”
Anwyn's response was a low moan as she was no longer able to get even an intelligible word past her lips.
She closed her eyelids again and her stumbling breathing was a feeble attempt to keep control of herself and her lust, her desire for more, for him, while the sweet tugging in her womb ignited a passion in her that made her feel like she was leaving her body. She took her hand from his shoulder and let it slide over her head as if she was looking for something to hold onto.
She moaned as he licked and sucked her bud and she felt how his hand left her buttcheek to find its way along her side to her thigh.
“Gods Anwyn, you taste like Ambrosia,” Trálír moaned, tracing a wet trail around her nipple with his tongue as the fingers of his left hand slid along the inside of her thigh. As she felt the sensual dance of his fingers, Anwyn arched her back, a whimper came from her lips and she gasped his name.
“The gods are jealous of me for being the one who can taste and feel your body.”
While his left hand slowly slid up and down the inside of her thigh, he continued in a whisper: “Oh, I can kiss you for hours. I never get tired to touch your body, to enjoy your curves. And it is such a pleasure to lick and taste you ... over and over again. I could do that to you for an eternity, giving you all the pleasure you deserve, riding you through all the passion you feel.”
His fingertips touched her damp panties as he pushed his body down a little. He gently massaged her clit through the fabric and heard Anwyn's breathing quicken, her body twitching uncontrollably.
His right hand slid up to her breast, massaging it tenderly while the pressure of his fingertip over her clitoris increased. Anwyn moaned loudly.
“Gods,” Trálír moaned. “Let me make you come, Anwyn. Give yourself to me...”
A Whimper.
„Feel me … let go … „
A stuttering breath.
„… breathe, Love … breathe … „
Anwyn gasped, arching her back and whimpering as her body shook with pleasure, trying to contain the passion that ran through her body like a huge wave crashing on the shore of her intense feelings, she climaxed and lost herself.
Breathing heavily, Anwyn lay exhausted on the campsite and heard Trálír whisper: “Will you allow me to remove this?”
She felt how his finger slid to the edge of her underpants and nodded weakly. She lifted her hips slightly, making it easier for Trálír to remove them. When Anwyn felt his warm, wet lips on the inside of her thighs, she flinched. Her fingers slid through Trálír's long hair while he pressed numerous, delicate kisses on the skin of both her thighs. With his right index finger, he slid slowly, almost deliberately, to her wet center.
“Gods, I know you taste so good,” whispered Trálír with a husky voice while his fingers trails and massages her inner thights, up and down, constantly repeating this sensual movement. Anwyn's heart was beating so hard that she felt like it would break out of her ribcage in the next moment.
„Can I taste?“
With two of his fingers Tralir glided carefully through her folds. Anwyn moaned loudly with desire but she wanted more of him. More than only his fingers or tongue.
"Please ... please ... I want to feel you,” she whispered, her voice permeated with longing for him. "I want to feel you inside me. Please."
Trálír looked over her mound to her face, their eyes crossed and he saw that deep longing for more in her fawn eyes. “Please,” she pleaded.
"I know your desire seems unbearable. The longing inside you will be satisfied, Love.“
A soft kiss Tralirs close to her entry. Anwyn gasped.
„I will suck and lick you through the next wave of desire, Anwyn. Through the second wave of your carnal lust. You will scream as if you are overcome by madness. I will show you what it is like to lose your mind."
When Anwyn felt his tongue on her clit, she pushed her hips towards him, closer to his lips, which sucked tirelessly on it. His fingertips slid through her wetness, circling her clit with sensual strokes as he left her spot to catch his breath. When his lips closed around it once more, Anwyn couldn't help but rock her hips and moan loudly.
Trálír licked through her folds, sucking on her clit, gently at first, then more firmly a few breaths later.
His erection pulsated so much that he slid his hand urgently under the edge of his underpants, grasped his member and began to stroke it in the same rhythm as he licked Anwyn.
Her legs started to quiver, her breath hitched, became faster, pleasure build up to the point she crashed over her second orgasm. A cry with his name on her lips while Trálír sucked her through it, allowing Anwyn riding out her pleasure against his mouth.
Trálír gasped with lust, thrusting himself in his fist until he he confessedwith a shattered moan: „I’m going to come!“
With a few strong thrusts, Trálír spilled over himself and Anwyn felt the warm seed spreading down her thighs. Exhausted, Trálír lowered himself onto Anwyn, his head resting over her lap as he searched for her fingers. When he found them, he intertwined his with hers, closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her closeness.
Her legs were still trembling slightly as the aftermath of her second orgasm still burned through her body.
“I love you,” Trálír whispered against Anwyn's passion-soaked skin and pressed a tender kiss on it. “I love you so much…”
A little Content-"Warning" here because it's contains smut. Actually, it is all about smut. XDDD
He likes to talk. She likes to listen.
Trálír felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness and bit his lower lip. Slowly he slid to Anwyn who looked up at him, curiosity in her gaze. He carefully placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed himself half on top of her so that his left leg rested between her legs and his lap touched her thigh. Her nightgown had ridden up over her knees and Trálír was only too aware that they were skin to skin. He could feel the heat radiating from Anwyn's skin and the desire for her flooded through his body like an out-of-control fire.
His desire for her grew immeasurably and it was hard for him to keep control, because he wanted to take his time, didn't want to rush things and make Anwyn feel like he was forcing himself on her. Trálír therefore took a deep breath and slowly and carefully settled on top of her. He felt her body nestle against his as he rested his head against her sternum for a moment. He closed his eyes, cleared his throat and swallowed to ged rid of the dryness. He was nervous.
Trálír took another deep breath, then straightened a little and propped himself up on his elbows beside Anwyn to look down at her. When he realized that she was also nervous despite her curiosity, he laughed lightly to ease the tension between them.
And as he did so, he shook his head almost helplessly.
„Gods, my heart is pounding“, he confessed in a whisper.
Anwyn's smile was also tinged with nervousness and he saw the growing uncertainty in her gaze.
“Mine as well,” she replied, unconsciously biting her lower lip. Trálír's right hand reached for Anwyn's and their fingers intertwined while he placed his other hand on her cheek and kissed her tenderly.
When he ended the kiss, he gave Anwyn a loving smile and let his lips glide softly like a feather to the delicate skin of her neck. Another soft kiss, a gentle suck on her skin and the tip of his tongue moved deliciously slow to her earlobe. When Anwyn felt his hot breath on her ear, she flinched unconsciously and the grip of her fingers tightened.
“Close your eyes, Anwyn,” Trálír whispered in a velvety voice. Without seeing it, he felt her comply with his request. He recognized it by the deep inhalation and exhalation, by the way her chest rose and fell and how she pressed her body against him. The soft sigh that slipped from her full lips was the last confirmation Trálír needed.
"Let me kiss you, Anwyn“, whispered Trálír with a racing heart. „First your lips … those wonderful full lips of yours.“
Anwyn felt Tralir shift slightly and closed her eyes when she felt his lips on hers. She opened her mouth to let him in without any more doubt but he stopped the kiss and continued in a whispering voice: “Let me taste the deliciously sweetness of your skin, will you?”
Anwyn nodded and moaned softly as the tip of the elf's tongue left a burning trail of desire from her earlobe to the hollow of her neck. “I want to press my lips between your thighs, being close to the heat I can feel radiating from you. The heat which is so promising, so tempting. And it drives me insane.”
He took his right hand off her shoulder and his fingertips slid from the neckline of her cleavage down over the fabric of her nightdress until he found his way between her thighs. With his index finger, he drew gentle patterns on the skin of her inner thighs.
Anwyn breathed deeply when she listened to the words of her beloved. Would he put his words into action?
“And even if that fire inside you threatened to burn me, if your kisses meant my death, nothing would be able to stop me.”
His lips pressed to her breasts, a long passionate lick over her heated skin and then he looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. Anwyn looked back at him, her throat getting tight and she let her fingers run through his long, black hair.
“How I long for the moment when you allow me to take you. Your body, your heart, your soul. Your moans will be the sweetest song I have ever heard in my entire life. And I want you to call my name from your beautiful lips as you obey your own lust, your own desire.”
Trálír's lips moved back to the side of her neck and he sucked passionately on the warm skin as his left hand detached from Anwyn's cheek and he slid his fingertips down the side of her breast, his right hand still painting gentle patterns on the delicate inner skin of her thigh. A soft moan slipped from Anwyn's lips.
“You taste like Life, my Love. When I close my eyes, your hair has the scent of lavender, your skin tastes like a mixture of blueberries, honey and raspberries. So sweet, so promising. So delicately invigorating.”
Sighing, he licked gently over the thin skin of her throat and began to suck on it the next moment. His left hand slid over the rough fabric of Anwyn's nightdress and he felt her nipples stretch out against his touch. Trálír smiled ecstatically.
“Oh, I see,” he whispered. “You like what I do?”
A stifled gasp came from Anwyn's throat and she pressed her head further into the pillow, offering him her long, stretched neck, her throat, revealing her complete devotion and deep trust in him. This gesture was more of a response to Trálír than a whispered yes or a weak nod, for he knew that she was giving herself to him with all that she felt, whether it was lust, longing or love.
Trálír took her bud between his fingertips, touching it with slow, sensual and circular movements. He unconsciously bit his lower lip as Anwyn pressed her hips against his erection which was straining beneath his undergarments. He was close to let out a deeply embarrassing whimper.
“Slow, slow, my Love”, he whispered and tried to stifle the moan that was in his throat. He pushed the neckline of the nightdress down as far as it would allow so that he could devote himself to the base of Anwyn's breasts. Painting passionate patterns with the tip of his tongue, pressing numerous kisses onto the heated skin. He couldn't help but continue to suppress the small moans rising in his throat and noticed how Anwyn unconsciously reacted to them by running a shiver through her whole body.
“Would you allow me to take off your nightgown, Anwyn?” he asked in a low voice, looking up at her. Breathing heavily, Anwyn half sat up and nodded with a look of lust in her eyes. Trálír reached for the fabric of the robe and pulled it up, letting Anwyn slip out of the long shirt. Before she could sink back into the bed, Trálír wrapped his arms around her and slid his fingers from the nape of her neck down her spine, over her sweaty skin, to her buttocks where his hands pressed into the flesh.
“Gods, Trálír,” Anwyn gasped and sank back into the sheets, gasping for breath. He took the opportunity to place himself between her open thighs and under her leg with his knee to push it up. He felt the dampness of her panties through the fabric of his own and took a deep breath, struggling not to lose himself in his own orgasm in the next moment.
The desire to indulge in his own pleasure was seductive.
“Will you allow me to touch and lick those beautiful buds that stretch out so longingly towards me?” Trálír asked, his voice just a breath, barely audible.
“Yes ... yes, please,” Anwyn replied breathless and stretched out towards him. Trálír pushed himself closer to Anwyn's body, pressed his almost painfully pulsating member against her lap and felt her respond by slowly pressing her hips against him and then lowering them again.
Anwyn grinded gently against his erection and Trálír's breath hitched for a moment. With a soft sigh, he tilted his head and took her left nipple between his teeth, sucking on it tenderly at first, then more firmly. The moan that slipped over Anwyn's lips made his member pulsate almost on the verge of physical agony.
Oh, the wonderful, almost sweet pain that filled Trálír. With a plop, he released her bud and said in a low voice, “Oh my love, you taste so good. I could suck on them for hours, listen to your heavy breathing and feel those little excited shivers running through your body.”
A sensual laugh from the elf filled the room.
He gently massaged her buttocks while his lips traced a wet trail from one breast to the other. He closed his eyes and licked her bud with pleasure. He felt one of Anwyn's hands digging into his long hair, while the other pressed into the skin of his shoulder, which was damp with lust and her fingernails left crescent-shaped marks.
The sharp pain made him groan softly and he pressed his lap against Anwyn's entrance, pressing his member against the fabric of his underpants, against the heat that would have welcomed him only too gladly.
“Let me give your other breast the attention it deserves, will you?”
Anwyn's response was a low moan as she was no longer able to get even an intelligible word past her lips.
She closed her eyelids again and her stumbling breathing was a feeble attempt to keep control of herself and her lust, her desire for more, for him, while the sweet tugging in her womb ignited a passion in her that made her feel like she was leaving her body. She took her hand from his shoulder and let it slide over her head as if she was looking for something to hold onto.
She moaned as he licked and sucked her bud and she felt how his hand left her buttcheek to find its way along her side to her thigh.
“Gods Anwyn, you taste like Ambrosia,” Trálír moaned, tracing a wet trail around her nipple with his tongue as the fingers of his left hand slid along the inside of her thigh. As she felt the sensual dance of his fingers, Anwyn arched her back, a whimper came from her lips and she gasped his name.
“The gods are jealous of me for being the one who can taste and feel your body.”
While his left hand slowly slid up and down the inside of her thigh, he continued in a whisper: “Oh, I can kiss you for hours. I never get tired to touch your body, to enjoy your curves. And it is such a pleasure to lick and taste you ... over and over again. I could do that to you for an eternity, giving you all the pleasure you deserve, riding you through all the passion you feel.”
His fingertips touched her damp panties as he pushed his body down a little. He gently massaged her clit through the fabric and heard Anwyn's breathing quicken, her body twitching uncontrollably.
His right hand slid up to her breast, massaging it tenderly while the pressure of his fingertip over her clitoris increased. Anwyn moaned loudly.
“Gods,” Trálír moaned. “Let me make you come, Anwyn. Give yourself to me...”
A Whimper.
„Feel me … let go … „
A stuttering breath.
„… breathe, Love … breathe … „
Anwyn gasped, arching her back and whimpering as her body shook with pleasure, trying to contain the passion that ran through her body like a huge wave crashing on the shore of her intense feelings, she climaxed and lost herself.
Breathing heavily, Anwyn lay exhausted on the campsite and heard Trálír whisper: “Will you allow me to remove this?”
She felt how his finger slid to the edge of her underpants and nodded weakly. She lifted her hips slightly, making it easier for Trálír to remove them. When Anwyn felt his warm, wet lips on the inside of her thighs, she flinched. Her fingers slid through Trálír's long hair while he pressed numerous, delicate kisses on the skin of both her thighs. With his right index finger, he slid slowly, almost deliberately, to her wet center.
“Gods, I know you taste so good,” whispered Trálír with a husky voice while his fingers trails and massages her inner thights, up and down, constantly repeating this sensual movement. Anwyn's heart was beating so hard that she felt like it would break out of her ribcage in the next moment.
„Can I taste?“
With two of his fingers Tralir glided carefully through her folds. Anwyn moaned loudly with desire but she wanted more of him. More than only his fingers or tongue.
"Please ... please ... I want to feel you,” she whispered, her voice permeated with longing for him. "I want to feel you inside me. Please."
Trálír looked over her mound to her face, their eyes crossed and he saw that deep longing for more in her fawn eyes. “Please,” she pleaded.
"I know your desire seems unbearable. The longing inside you will be satisfied, Love.“
A soft kiss Tralirs close to her entry. Anwyn gasped.
„I will suck and lick you through the next wave of desire, Anwyn. Through the second wave of your carnal lust. You will scream as if you are overcome by madness. I will show you what it is like to lose your mind."
When Anwyn felt his tongue on her clit, she pushed her hips towards him, closer to his lips, which sucked tirelessly on it. His fingertips slid through her wetness, circling her clit with sensual strokes as he left her spot to catch his breath. When his lips closed around it once more, Anwyn couldn't help but rock her hips and moan loudly.
Trálír licked through her folds, sucking on her clit, gently at first, then more firmly a few breaths later.
His erection pulsated so much that he slid his hand urgently under the edge of his underpants, grasped his member and began to stroke it in the same rhythm as he licked Anwyn.
Her legs started to quiver, her breath hitched, became faster, pleasure build up to the point she crashed over her second orgasm. A cry with his name on her lips while Trálír sucked her through it, allowing Anwyn riding out her pleasure against his mouth.
Trálír gasped with lust, thrusting himself in his fist until he he confessedwith a shattered moan: „I’m going to come!“
With a few strong thrusts, Trálír spilled over himself and Anwyn felt the warm seed spreading down her thighs. Exhausted, Trálír lowered himself onto Anwyn, his head resting over her lap as he searched for her fingers. When he found them, he intertwined his with hers, closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her closeness.
Her legs were still trembling slightly as the aftermath of her second orgasm still burned through her body.
“I love you,” Trálír whispered against Anwyn's passion-soaked skin and pressed a tender kiss on it. “I love you so much…”
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Date: 2025-01-26 07:37 pm (UTC)Heute war es echt mal wieder sehr heiß, und ich finde es so toll, wie sehr Tralir trotz seiner eigenen Erregung auf Anwyn Rücksicht nimmt und darauf Acht gibt, dass sie sich wohlfühlt ♥
Meine Lieblingssätze sind diese:
Your moans will be the sweetest song I have ever heard in my entire life.
und “You taste like Life, my Love. When I close my eyes, your hair has the scent of lavender, your skin tastes like a mixture of blueberries, honey and raspberries. So sweet, so promising. So delicately invigorating.”
So wunderschön ♥
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Date: 2025-03-08 11:18 am (UTC)Oh my god, vielen vielen Dank!! Ich bekomme immer so viele liebe Komplimente von dir, das fühlt sich einfach großartig an. Daaanke!! ♥️♥️♥️
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Date: 2025-03-08 04:26 pm (UTC)Das tust du auf jeden Fall!
Ich bekomme immer so viele liebe Komplimente von dir, das fühlt sich einfach großartig an. Daaanke!!
Das mache ich sehr gerne, ich finde es schön, dass ich dir eine Freude machen kann :)
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Date: 2025-03-30 02:24 pm (UTC)🧡🧡🧡
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Date: 2025-04-14 11:00 am (UTC)♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️