ancillatua: On my knees. Fingers in your flesh. Your hands in my hair. And you tell me I am your good girl. I am yours. My heart is aching right now with the way the need for this has taken over.
ancillatua: On my knees. Fingers in your flesh. Your hands in my hair. And you tell me I am your good girl. I am yours. My heart is aching right now with the way the need for this has taken over.
