There are paths that intertwine,
there are trails that fade away,
but in the steps we choose to take,
new stories find their way.

The wind whispers its secrets,
the rain sketches the ground,
and in every uncertain curve,
a piece of the heart is found.

Fear not the horizon,
nor the shadows that surround,
for it’s the light you carry
that makes the world profound.

Walk firmly, adventurer,
your journey is your art.
Every choice becomes a poem,
and love, the beating heart.

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What....

"Just a smol kitten." More like a MILF equivalent of a milktank.

hey there big girl

still big tits i want to suck though~ fufu!