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most tentacles do not want to get struck by lightning
lightning explores the pink
Sun-warmed skin underfoot, the scent of clean flesh and sex on the air. The living land slopes gently into a hill to the east, splits into ridges of wriggling glistening flesh to the south, and extends off to the nubbly horizon to the west. To the north? A slimy yonic gap, leading back down into the red. It's quiet, but for the faint schilck of wet flesh slowly sliding against wet flesh, the Pink softly adjusting itself to greet the day. |
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most tentacles do not want to get struck by lightning
lightning girls explore the pink
Sun-warmed skin underfoot, the scent of clean flesh and sex on the air. The living land slopes gently into a hill to the east, splits into ridges of wriggling glistening flesh to the south, and extends off to the nubbly horizon to the west. To the north? A slimy yonic gap, leading back down into the red. It's quiet, but for the faint schilck of wet flesh slowly sliding against wet flesh, the Pink softly adjusting itself to greet the day. |
| Version: 3 | |
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most tentacles do not want to get struck by lightning
electric-type girls explore the Pink (Lightning and Lilian)
Sun-warmed skin underfoot, the scent of clean flesh and sex on the air. The living land slopes gently into a hill to the east, splits into ridges of wriggling glistening flesh to the south, and extends off to the nubbly horizon to the west. To the north? A slimy yonic gap, leading back down into the red. It's quiet, but for the faint schilck of wet flesh slowly sliding against wet flesh, the Pink softly adjusting itself to greet the day. |
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