Sometimes I wonder if the quiet moments we share could mean something more. There鈥檚 something magnetic about the way your laughter lingers in the air, almost like a gentle promise. Can I make your cock weep?
Sometimes I wonder if the quiet moments we share could mean something more. There鈥檚 something magnetic about the way your laughter lingers in the air, almost like a gentle promise. 馃崈鉁–an I make your cock weep?
