Red Poppies

Red Poppies
Red Poppies

She was 18, her name was Alena. I remember her so young and naive, full of pristine beauty. With her delicate sight, she would pierce butterflies in my stomach. She always had a smell of flowers, mown grass and showers. And I also remember the blush on her cheeks – so embarrassed... Her brown braid-woven hair would nicely outline exquisite clavicles, and her lips resembles quivering poppy petals!

She was 18, her name was Alena. I remember her so young and naive, full of pristine beauty. With her delicate sight, she would pierce butterflies in my stomach. She always had a smell of flowers, mown grass and showers. And I also remember the blush on her cheeks – so embarrassed... Her brown braid-woven hair would nicely outline exquisite clavicles, and her lips resembles quivering poppy petals!

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Age Restrictions
18+
Release
2020
Country of Origin
Ukraine
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Free: JPEG · 435.52 KB · 854×1280 · Portrait
Premium: JPEG · 1.79 MB · 1282×1920 · Portrait
Original: JPEG · 11.73 MB · 4016×6016 · Portrait
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