Caught myself thinking about the way you light up a room, like the sunrise sneaking through the curtains. There's something magnetic about your presence; it makes the mundane feel like poetry. If we were characters in a story, I鈥檇 want to know all the chapters that led you here. how many times could your cock make me scream tonight
Caught myself thinking about the way you light up a room, like the sunrise sneaking through the curtains. There's something magnetic about your presence; it makes the mundane feel like poetry. If we were characters in a story, I鈥檇 want to know all the chapters that led you here. 鉁煂卙ow many times could your cock make me scream tonight
