Testo She's No Stitch Examination Of The
i watched you accumulate cleave around my ears murdered your ambitions just smeared my face as i walked away you filled her with waves an ocean of lust corrupted her fingertips but would simply not breakthrough so i left her heart on a platter beneath the sheath covered with a black of sand splice her yet splice your field of imperfections nostrils lips lobes splice your neck your field from ear to ear.
