Notes.
Fall...
......fall...
.........fall
To the ground-
to my ears.
THE TRUMPETS!! OH! THE TRUMPETS...
cease.
I
wait.
in silence I wait.
Will he return?
Will I learn?
I wrote this.
Notes.
Fall...
......fall...
.........fall
To the ground-
to my ears.
THE TRUMPETS!! OH! THE TRUMPETS...
cease.
I
wait.
in silence I wait.
Will he return?
Will I learn?
I wrote this.
Very nice, mm.
One kiss, and each spot of soreness - each little tender contusion - was transformed. Instead of pain, each bruise was filled with pleasure. It was as if . . . as if a clitoris sprang up in the place of every bruise, and when he kissed me I climaxed, again and again." -- The Door to December by Dean Koontz
very nice milky_momma.. Thank you
hugs
snow
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