There's something intoxicating about the way our conversations linger, like the softest whisper echoing in the quiet of night. I can鈥檛 help but wonder how your touch would translate into words, tracing the uncharted corners of my thoughts. touch my body, sir.. explore every inch of my skin with your warm hands mmm
There's something intoxicating about the way our conversations linger, like the softest whisper echoing in the quiet of night. I can鈥檛 help but wonder how your touch would translate into words, tracing the uncharted corners of my thoughts. 鉁煂檛ouch my body, sir.. explore every inch of my skin with your warm hands mmm
