lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.'
Occasionally 🔞/NSFW. No minors.
"If I spiked you, you'd think a brain tumour was a birthday present."
And:
"If I spiked you, you'd think a brain tumour was a birthday present."
And:
Yes, my ghost. Right here. Hands behind your back, frotting yourself against My thighs, on heat, desperate, but obedient even beyond your need.
Yes, my ghost. Right here. Hands behind your back, frotting yourself against My thighs, on heat, desperate, but obedient even beyond your need.
Idly playing against my thighs.
Idly playing against my thighs.
An illustration of the naked power of the word.
An illustration of the naked power of the word.
As always, will need a click.
As always, will need a click.
#ThighThursday
#ThighThursday
Not a repeat, but similar to a recent one. I like my chest here.
Not a repeat, but similar to a recent one. I like my chest here.
I could really do with your lips kissing all the way down the trail of hair in the middle.
I could really do with your lips kissing all the way down the trail of hair in the middle.
The French managed it in 15 years.
The French managed it in 15 years.