I awoke in expectation
Of sweet love craft, rare and unknown,
And of beauty glowing before me,
But found that I lay all alone
Read more. Her lips the colour of fury,
Her skin, in the manner of old:
White as the billowing towers
Of cloud in the heartland of cold.
. She was a great kisser, her tongue was playing circles around mine and we sucked on each other’s lips. “No, I love it” I replied and got back to sucking her other nipple
I awoke in expectation
Of sweet love craft, rare and unknown,
And of beauty glowing before me,
But found that I lay all alone
Read more. Her lips the colour of fury,
Her skin, in the manner of old:
White as the billowing towers
Of cloud in the heartland of cold.
. She was a great kisser, her tongue was playing circles around mine and we sucked on each other’s lips. “No, I love it” I replied and got back to sucking her other nipple
I awoke in expectation
Of sweet love craft, rare and unknown,
And of beauty glowing before me,
But found that I lay all alone
Read more. Her lips the colour of fury,
Her skin, in the manner of old:
White as the billowing towers
Of cloud in the heartland of cold.
. She was a great kisser, her tongue was playing circles around mine and we sucked on each other’s lips. “No, I love it” I replied and got back to sucking her other nipple
