Dew Droppin Deity
Biography
The river runs through their veins, a blue winding stain beneath their skin, like a living bruise that swells, bleeds away and swells again. They belong to the earth, with their wide feet planted in dirt, with fingers combing through hair, like wind through leaves, pulling strands away and lining the forest floor. An anxious quivering creature, captured in human flesh, a dew droppin deity.
Moody. Queer. Creative. Kinky.
I don't do pics of my pussy or butthole.
Pay me 🤑
Custom requests to be negotiated 💰🧐🤑
