Deprivation, Delight
. . . of the senses . . . His loss is my gain.
. . . of the senses . . . His loss is my gain.
Come… Right here.
Snowy expanses and evergreen trees:
Lick His face is burrowed close in to my cunt, his lips push-pull suckling at my clit betwen long wet strokes of his tongue lapping at my cream. I am… Read more »