feedistconfessions: feedistconfessions: You’re so full that you’re afraid a deep breath will pop you. You keep telling me “no more”, and it’s “too much”, you’re even in tears. But you open your mouth for every bite I push into you without
feedistconfessions: feedistconfessions: You’re so full that you’re afraid a deep breath will pop you. You keep telling me “no more”, and it’s “too much”, you’re even in tears. But you open your mouth for every bite I push into you without
feedistconfessions: feedistconfessions: You’re so full that you’re afraid a deep breath will pop you. You keep telling me “no more”, and it’s “too much”, you’re even in tears. But you open your mouth for every bite I push into you without
