Sunday evening, always an excuse to run to the store. Meet me somewhere, let me kneel and take you into my mouth, let me taste you and our combined desperation. If I can’t have your scent ON me then let me have your flavour on my tongue
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Slow sloppy wet makeout sesh with tongue save me
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if your canon romances are handers and solavellan just know you have inflicted more stress on varric tethras than being viscount of kirkwall ever could
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