There's something about the way you see the world that pulls me in鈥攍ike a breeze that catches the leaves just right. I wonder if you ever notice how the little things spark joy, or if you keep that magic hidden just for yourself. kissing me on lips or tits first?
There's something about the way you see the world that pulls me in鈥攍ike a breeze that catches the leaves just right. 馃崅 I wonder if you ever notice how the little things spark joy, or if you keep that magic hidden just for yourself. 鉁╧issing me on lips or tits first?
