



Devil's Workshop
If there's one thing my mother always told me, it's that an empty mind is the devil's workshop. I never took it too seriously, well the fact that at the time she was telling me this I was too young to understand the meaning of the expression also helped a lot. But now, standing here, sighing, I literally can't stop thinking about him. That belly, thighs, legs, mouths... Aaah, and what mouths, yes I speak mouths because it wasn't just one person but two. They tormented me exactly three months ago. tormented? No, no, they still torment.
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“250 characters to be able to recommend this more than perfect fic without using emotes... it gets complicated, but I'll try: nAah, the story is fun and lemon itself... that's why this fic has the name it does !!! de vedade (bunch of lemon maniacas) read re-read... as many times as necessary!!!!”





