Two ears left between us, first harvest sweet, drizzled with butter. You take one, me the other, eye to eye.You arch a brow and drag the tip between your breasts and down, dangling it just above your cuny, waiting. I mimic you...
Two ears left between us, first harvest sweet, drizzled with butter. You take one, me the other, eye to eye.You arch a brow and drag the tip between your breasts and down, dangling it just above your cuny, waiting. I mimic you...