Can the light angel sustain me when faced with the swirling darkness?
Smiles, the light makes me breakfast in bed after the darkness stole my night for herself.
You may ask me where do my angels battle?
My head.
My heart.
And now my bed.
Dare I dream of having them both together? Can my Angels truly play in harmony?
This afternoon, the light angel was riding my cock; she didn’t run away when the dark angel visited. The dark chose not to push her off, but sat on my face and grinded her cunt.
Christmas snowballs for each.
