In it, Lavina's thirty and nude, arms-out and pancaked on a bed with a shin caught in the sheet. It's tan and covered in flowers and cake. A daisy just there. Drool's on her cheek and spit's in her lashes and eyes. Over her crotch: a giant petunia. Flan explodes. She holds lupins […]
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