onedeadpoet: Your favorite position happens to also be mine: on my lap, one hand on your throat, the other between your legs, slowly feeling you weakening, sinking into me as you turn into a puddle.
onedeadpoet: Your favorite position happens to also be mine: on my lap, one hand on your throat, the other between your legs, slowly feeling you weakening, sinking into me as you turn into a puddle.
onedeadpoet: Your favorite position happens to also be mine: on my lap, one hand on your throat, the other between your legs, slowly feeling you weakening, sinking into me as you turn into a puddle.
onedeadpoet: Your favorite position happens to also be mine: on my lap, one hand on your throat, the other between your legs, slowly feeling you weakening, sinking into me as you turn into a puddle.
onedeadpoet: Your favorite position happens to also be mine: on my lap, one hand on your throat, the other between your legs, slowly feeling you weakening, sinking into me as you turn into a puddle.
onedeadpoet: Your favorite position happens to also be mine: on my lap, one hand on your throat, the other between your legs, slowly feeling you weakening, sinking into me as you turn into a puddle.
onedeadpoet: Your favorite position happens to also be mine: on my lap, one hand on your throat, the other between your legs, slowly feeling you weakening, sinking into me as you turn into a puddle.
onedeadpoet: Your favorite position happens to also be mine: on my lap, one hand on your throat, the other between your legs, slowly feeling you weakening, sinking into me as you turn into a puddle.
onedeadpoet: Your favorite position happens to also be mine: on my lap, one hand on your throat, the other between your legs, slowly feeling you weakening, sinking into me as you turn into a puddle.
onedeadpoet: Your favorite position happens to also be mine: on my lap, one hand on your throat, the other between your legs, slowly feeling you weakening, sinking into me as you turn into a puddle.
onedeadpoet: Your favorite position happens to also be mine: on my lap, one hand on your throat, the other between your legs, slowly feeling you weakening, sinking into me as you turn into a puddle.