He’d been sweet-talking her for weeks. Making her blush. Planting the seed. Waiting for the perfect moment when she’d be ripe for the picking. When the moment finally came, she was putty in his hands. And at last he knew the joy of becoming
He’d been sweet-talking her for weeks. Making her blush. Planting the seed. Waiting for the perfect moment when she’d be ripe for the picking. When the moment finally came, she was putty in his hands. And at last he knew the joy of becoming
He’d been sweet-talking her for weeks. Making her blush. Planting the seed. Waiting for the perfect moment when she’d be ripe for the picking. When the moment finally came, she was putty in his hands. And at last he knew the joy of becoming
He’d been sweet-talking her for weeks. Making her blush. Planting the seed. Waiting for the perfect moment when she’d be ripe for the picking. When the moment finally came, she was putty in his hands. And at last he knew the joy of becoming
He’d been sweet-talking her for weeks. Making her blush. Planting the seed. Waiting for the perfect moment when she’d be ripe for the picking. When the moment finally came, she was putty in his hands. And at last he knew the joy of becoming
