Pinching your taint as my tongue spreads those velvety curtains that hide your creamy nectar. Those pouty lips begging to be savaged.
Pinching your taint as my tongue spreads those velvety curtains that hide your creamy nectar. Those pouty lips begging to be savaged.
Tell me I'm wrong...
I mean, good morning.
Tell me I'm wrong...
I mean, good morning.