i imagine your lips must be as soft as a feather.
every night i dream of you, in my dream we are both lovers, draining the night away with our acts.
i imagine your body, with my hands on it.
wishing i can actually touch it.
your face made my head spin in lust, i am drowning in my own ***** thoughts.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
i imagine your lips must be as soft as a feather.
every night i dream of you, in my dream we are both lovers, draining the night away with our acts.
i imagine your body, with my hands on it.
wishing i can actually touch it.
your face made my head spin in lust, i am drowning in my own ***** thoughts.
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