I am the one giving myself the sexual pleasure I desire.
Yet an abundance of your name still gushes up my throat, like the vast, troubled sea during a tsunami
just like the one between my legs
and long after you've gone.
- Author: elsiewarrenswords ( Offline)
- Published: April 8th, 2017 14:04
- Category: Erotic
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