May 2020
Her desire is the force of a thousand arrows
fogging the valley beneath my navel.
Her hair is feathered,
feasting on my stomach or
what's left of my body as she swallows
my *** whole.
fogging the valley beneath my navel.
Her hair is feathered,
feasting on my stomach or
what's left of my body as she swallows
my *** whole.
