It’s time to talk about the lesbian renaissance (or lack thereof) - sandwiched between milking one of us like a cow, the gym being a hotbed for dykes, a future alien race, retinol, lube, conflict avoidance, drama, and the floor as a concept. Don’t say we don’t provide all a girl could ever need. Clit screen sees us eating up 2025’s The Wedding Banquet and don’t tell, but someone has a crush on us…
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