The double-eighty-eighth thing I love about us is, we're sort of like otters. Otters are all sleek-like, and they look nice wet, and they always seem like they're having fun!
Otter come. Hmmm.
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
Otter come. Hmmm.
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