The one hundred and ninetieth thing I love about us is, when you rub my belly and I try to purr like a cat and it just makes you laugh and laugh.
It wouldn't be so funny if you weren't so bad at sounding like a cat. No offense, I love it as much as I love you. But that's really not the sound cats make when they purr.
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...
It wouldn't be so funny if you weren't so bad at sounding like a cat. No offense, I love it as much as I love you. But that's really not the sound cats make when they purr.
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