ultralits: The course of things By Antonio Barbosa We fuck at night Like hurried teens Without much might While he sleeps Kisses tender and tired Bodies soft and aged A dab of lubricant And a quick, lonely climax She coughs, allergic I feel light,
ultralits: The course of things By Antonio Barbosa We fuck at night Like hurried teens Without much might While he sleeps Kisses tender and tired Bodies soft and aged A dab of lubricant And a quick, lonely climax She coughs, allergic I feel light,