Oh the JOY of that first few months of Honeymoon ***
How blessed
Wild wanting with no holds barred
Biting and ******* leaving the skin marred
No thought of time or things to do
All I could think of was more *** with you
But when the honeymoon is over
The *** feels a bit boring and that bore takes over
leaving me wanting the next honey to moon and have fun with now that you..I am over
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Oh the JOY of that first few months of Honeymoon ***
How blessed
Wild wanting with no holds barred
Biting and ******* leaving the skin marred
No thought of time or things to do
All I could think of was more *** with you
But when the honeymoon is over
The *** feels a bit boring and that bore takes over
leaving me wanting the next honey to moon and have fun with now that you..I am over
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