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some new buttons i made for an event i vended at! leftovers for sale here 💌✂️
Her red flags are big but so are her boobs :)
HAPPY PRIDE MOUTH PEOPLE!!!
It's officially Pride mouth and I couldn't be happier!
I just wanted to do a quick shout out to all my fellow queer queens, kings and anyone and everyone else in between!
As a bisexual and as a person who loves the many different ways people express their love for one another, for themselves, and for their community I wanted to do a little activity with y'all.
Please share this and share what you do to celebrate your Pride so we can all together.
I'll go first,
What I like to do every year is parade my gayness as much as possible. I will wear as many rainbows as humanly possible and be way too exited about anything thing that has to do with Pride!
I'm excited to see what you all do!
Happy Pride Mouth!!!
Yes mommy I told my husband I will spend the weekend with you since my father is in a business trip
Mmmmmm daughter yes please mommy is yours...
Good mom.. you are my zlut
You know your place little girl
Come to mommy, baby, my azz needs to be worshipped and licked.. Don't be shy, Stick out your tongue and get ready
"Leave my son behind... You deserve who truly knows how to make you feel desired. Let mommy show you little girl"
Say it daughter say it little girl "I love mommy more than any boy"
Call your husband daughter tell him you will spend the weekend with mommy since your father is in business trip
Say it daughter you love Mama more than your husband
You won’t be needing these daughter when you sleep in Mama's bed 💜
Ohh baby you are so horny.. mommy will take care of you and satisfy your needs
My daughter sent me this video with a message "Do you like my new lingerie mommy i bought it for you"
Say it little girl "I am yours Mama.. you owned me"
Admit it mommy.. say it clearly “I love you daughter more than any girl” say it
Hey there
Reblog one of my posts before you massage me.
I’m a 42 y/o woman. Dominant mama vibe — though sometimes I do switch. I’m all about sub girls — not into boys, sorry (unless you’re here to serve — and no, not sissy boys).
Some quick rules:
• Don’t send or ask for nudes.
• No personal questions.
• DMs are safe and respectful only.
• Boys are only welcome to serve — no sissies, no fantasy nonsense.
• I don’t like violence or anything that causes hurt.
• If you want to message me, you need to reblog one of my posts first.
• The pic isn’t me, but it looks exactly like me.
• This is a new blog — the last one got deleted.
• Call me Mommy, not Mistress.
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I love this sapphic story. There are so much lovely feminin vibes🥰♀️♀️😘💋.
The sun of Sylvie
In the sweet setting of French Provence, where the sun caresses the hills and lavender scents perfume the air, Rose, a young 27-year-old school teacher, settles down for a new life.
After studying law to become a lawyer, she chose to follow her heart and embrace the vocation of teacher.
It is in this small Provencal village that she puts down her suitcases, mid-August, to prepare for the start of school and acclimatize herself to this new environment.
On this morning of Saturday, Rose decides to go to the village market, famous for its local products and talented craftsmen.
Dressed in a fluid red dress that hugs her perfect shapes, her long curved legs and her cascading brown hair, she attracts all eyes. Her emerald green eyes and mischievous smile leave no one indifferent, although she is not looking for suitors, still marked by her past romantic disappointments.
In the middle of the colorful stands and the festive atmosphere, Rose sees a blonde woman, alone, busy at her stand. She must be between thirty and forty years old, with a short cut in the square, fine lines and a bewitching turquoise look. Her white dress with flowers emphasizes her slim waist and feminine curves.
She has a radiant smile that immediately catches Rose’s attention. She slowly approaches, discovering that the beautiful stranger is a beekeeper and offers honey jars as well as handmade jewelry.
When their eyes cross, Rose blushes, troubled by the intensity of this moment. The blonde, named Sylvie, bursts with laughter and invites her to taste its lavender honey.
Rose accepts with a big smile. Sylvie approaches her to taste the honey with a small spoon. Their faces are so close that Rose feels butterflies in her belly.
She has a radiant smile that immediately catches Rose’s attention. She slowly approaches, discovering that the beautiful stranger is a beekeeper and offers honey jars as well as handmade jewelry.
She tries to hide her trouble, but Sylvie seems to enjoy it. The stand, named "The sun of Sylvie", offers wooden or silver jewelry with feminist symbols or paganists or even lesbians with a magnificent double venus.
Rose, knowing these meanings well, admires Sylvie’s freedom and open-mindedness. Intrigued by the name of the stand, Rose asks where this famous sun is. Sylvie tells her that it is the sunset visible from the top of the hill overlooking his property.
Rose expresses her desire to see this show, and Sylvie immediately invites her to come the same evening. At 6:00 p.m., they meet and climb together to the top.
On the way, Rose learns more about Sylvie, who left everything for a simple and authentic life. Once at the top, they sit side by side on a wall to admire the sunset.
Their hands come closer, their fingers intertwine, and without a word, their faces touch each other to exchange a long passionate kiss.
In the sweetness of that Provençal night, Rose and Sylvie, their hands still interlaced, slowly raised themselves, their eyes plunging into each other.
The moonlight bathed their faces with a silver glow, accentuating the beauty of their features. Sylvie, with infinite sweetness, caressed the cheek of Rose, her fingers brushing her velvety skin. Rose shivered, not of cold, but of an ardent desire that burned every inch of her being.
They walked in silence to Sylvie’s house, a small haven of peace nestled at the foot of the hill. The door hardly closed, their lips were found, greedy and passionate.
Their bodies pressed against each other, as if magnetized by an irresistible force. Rose felt the hands of Sylvie gliding along her back, giving rise to shivers of pleasure.
She let out a sigh, losing herself in the embrace of this woman who upset her. Sylvie, with a deliberate slowness, slipped the straps of Rose’s red dress, revealing her bare shoulders.
Her lips followed the same path, sowing burning kisses on her skin.
Rose, eyes half closed, savored every sensation, every caress. She felt her robe fall at her feet, leaving her almost naked, vulnerable, but in total confidence.
Sylvie stepped back, admiring the beauty of Rose, her perfect curves, her skin golden by the sun. She slowly undressed herself, revealing her slender body and feminine curves.
Rose, subjugated, could not detach her eyes from this enchanting vision. She stepped forward, her hands trembling with emotion, and stroked Sylvie’s hips, gently rising towards her chest.
Their bodies met, skin against skin, in a sensual and harmonious dance. They lay down on the bed, their breaths mixed, their hearts beating in unison.
Sylvie’s hands explored every corner of Rose’s body, creating waves of pleasure. Rose, in turn, discovered the curves of Sylvie, her fingers sliding on her soft skin, her lips tasting each piece of her body.
Their groans mixed, their bodies undulating in perfect harmony. They gave themselves to each other, without restraint, without modesty, in a total communion.
Their souls seemed to come together, to merge into one another, in a symphony of pleasure and love.
At sunrise, their bodies entwined, they woke up gently, their eyes filled with tenderness and complicity.
Rose stroked Sylvie’s hair, a blissful smile on her lips. Sylvie, eyes shining, muttered: "I think I’ve found my sun, Rose."
And in this moment of pure bliss, they realized that their story was just beginning, bathed in light and love.
Elula Lavande
text translated from French with an online translator. possibility of errors.
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I love sapphic love. Women love respectful.
Sapphic Utopia
In a parallel world, far from the tumult and violence, there is an Earth populated exclusively by women.
This world, bathed in serenity and sweetness, is a haven of peace where war and brutality have never found their place. Women live in harmony with nature, respecting every blade of grass, every drop of water, every breath of wind.
On this earth, women reproduce among themselves, giving birth to girls who perpetuate this cycle of life and love. Men have never existed in their consciousness, and their absence is not a deficiency but a blessing.
The society is structured around the sorority, where every woman is a sister, a friend, a lover.
The religion practiced is Wicca Dianic, a spirituality that venerates the Mother Goddess and celebrates nature in all its splendor.
Witches, guardians of ancestral wisdom, practice white magic in accordance with Mother Nature.
They use their powers to heal, protect and nourish, always respecting natural cycles.
When they reach the age of majority, girls are introduced to the love of nature and women. It is a sacred rite of passage, where they learn to listen to the murmur of the trees, to feel the pulse of the earth under their feet, and to cherish the beauty of every living being.
They also discover the art of love, not as a conquest but as a deep and respectful communion. The days pass peacefully, punctuated by seasons and rituals.
Women dance under the moon, sing hymns to the Goddess, and share meals prepared with the fruits of the earth.
Their world is a garden of Eden, where every gesture is a prayer, every smile an act of gratitude. In this parallel world, the Earth breathes freely, without pollution or exploitation.
The rivers flow clear and pure, the forests are dense and lush, and the air is filled with the scent of flowers. Women, in symbiosis with their environment, live fully, aware of their role as guardians of life.
Thus, in this world of women, peace reigns, love flourishes, and nature thrives. It is a universe where gentleness and kindness are the key words, where every woman is a goddess, and where the Earth is a sacred sanctuary.
Elula Lavande
text translated from French with an online translator. possibility of errors.
I need to be there, feeding cock to every one of these lil sluts. Forcing my dick down their throats til they cum and convulse with my dick in their mouth. 🥵
This! Except the top girl licks up and down my hard cock while the girl on bottom eats my ass and licks all over my balls until I put my dick between all those sexy titties and cum for both.
I really like the 🎵. Love their teasing 🥰
Look women kissing. I hope I don't offend anyone 🥺
Attack of the tongues. Oh my😲
Tongues licking tongues. Tongue sex then🤔 whatever I ❤️ it🥰
Kissing contest: which one do you vote for?