gentlehardcore: Sometimes, when he’s not at home, I go into my brother’s room, pull up my skirt, and rub myself against his desk, his bed post, his old acoustic guitar. I rub myself, imagining that he can smell me everywhere, not pinning down what
gentlehardcore: Sometimes, when he’s not at home, I go into my brother’s room, pull up my skirt, and rub myself against his desk, his bed post, his old acoustic guitar. I rub myself, imagining that he can smell me everywhere, not pinning down what
