The musculine scent of his clogne
As his soft lips touch my neck
The gentle flowing of his hands all over my body
The thought of knowing that we are....
THAT MOMENT WHEN HE
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
The musculine scent of his clogne
As his soft lips touch my neck
The gentle flowing of his hands all over my body
The thought of knowing that we are....
THAT MOMENT WHEN HE
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