
She’s all fingers and toes, and if the paint was quinacridone rose I could make a poem, but I didn’t think of that, so here she is in quinacridone magenta, which is about as much to die for as this juicy pose.
Til the morn,
Suzanne
551/600

She’s all fingers and toes, and if the paint was quinacridone rose I could make a poem, but I didn’t think of that, so here she is in quinacridone magenta, which is about as much to die for as this juicy pose.
Til the morn,
Suzanne
551/600
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