Midnight Thirst    In city glow, you stand tall—   Silk slipping slow, revealing your cunt's glisten.   Your scent blooms thick as smoke,   Dew-kissed folds beckoning my tongue to explore.     I kneel, a supplicant to your heat,   Drinking the cream that slicks my lips.   Your tits rise with...

you would think it would eventually heal the gashes would finally seal but even fractured bones will ache long after they've healed from a break so why do they expect perfection when we've been so badly dissected?   we do therapy and group sessions sometimes we do...