visionaria: Maybe we shouldn’t do it here, the neighbors can see. The curtains are open. My protests were meaningless, I kept plunging downward. Your lips parted beneath mine like ripe fruit and I ate, sucking your juice into my mouth, stroking your
visionaria: Maybe we shouldn’t do it here, the neighbors can see. The curtains are open. My protests were meaningless, I kept plunging downward. Your lips parted beneath mine like ripe fruit and I ate, sucking your juice into my mouth, stroking your
