Dude can I act like you were my best friend and we are on the coach ? Ok and scene....
He had massive brown uncircumcised ***** and the back of throat. Oh the things that flowed like milk in a salty coat wait wait no ... Like lol just hear me out.
I loved him and now I see I lust him ... How I wanted to make him a husband how I wanted to be his dwelling. Like these double chocolate chip **** was so ready for that horchata you get me like ....but back to the poem
" Lust is like a moth that's dead with beautiful wings"