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                                    Ryn of Avonside - 106: Vines and Feminism
                            
                                                            
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... wet warmth to the soft skin there, and it was heaven. Her lips weren't the only thing transmitting affection, though. The vines of our hafornsu were sending our love down an empathic link from one to the other. I could feel her love for me, and she could feel mine for her.
Gods, being tired and horny was such an issue, especially when it got sucked into an empathetic feedback loop. I wanted to drown my girl in tender love, but it was all I could do to slowly trail my fingers up and down ...
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