I don’t want you to see yet. baby. I just want you to feel. I want you to feel the brush of my hand over your breasts, my other shrouding your eyes. I want you to feel the touch of the rope I’m going to tie you with. I want you to listen, baby.
I don’t want you to see yet. baby. I just want you to feel. I want you to feel the brush of my hand over your breasts, my other shrouding your eyes. I want you to feel the touch of the rope I’m going to tie you with. I want you to listen, baby.
