sensualhumiliation: mail123456: You hear the bells, the fireworks. Midnight. New Year’s Eve. You’ve been like this a while, waiting, hoping. Your gagged murmurs are all that fill the room. Then you catch his scent, His breath in your hear. Hands
sensualhumiliation: mail123456: You hear the bells, the fireworks. Midnight. New Year’s Eve. You’ve been like this a while, waiting, hoping. Your gagged murmurs are all that fill the room. Then you catch his scent, His breath in your hear. Hands
