The Gent’s Tenderness

As I went down on her nightly, she opened up like a morning glory.
As I went down on her nightly, she opened up like a morning glory.
Ultimately, we all depend on incidents. The assumption, that there will be a metaphysical entity which should be responsible for all that mess, is just void. – And after all, pure blasphemy!
by myself
Even dwarfes start small!
by Younger Brother