jukeboxemcsa: “There’s a hand in my cunt. That makes me a puppet.” Dahlia swore every day she wasn’t going to say it again, and every day she wound up betraying herself. Her free hand unthinkingly reached up to press a phantom earbud into her
jukeboxemcsa: “There’s a hand in my cunt. That makes me a puppet.” Dahlia swore every day she wasn’t going to say it again, and every day she wound up betraying herself. Her free hand unthinkingly reached up to press a phantom earbud into her
jukeboxemcsa: “There’s a hand in my cunt. That makes me a puppet.” Dahlia swore every day she wasn’t going to say it again, and every day she wound up betraying herself. Her free hand unthinkingly reached up to press a phantom earbud into her
jukeboxemcsa: “There’s a hand in my cunt. That makes me a puppet.” Dahlia swore every day she wasn’t going to say it again, and every day she wound up betraying herself. Her free hand unthinkingly reached up to press a phantom earbud into her
jukeboxemcsa: “There’s a hand in my cunt. That makes me a puppet.” Dahlia swore every day she wasn’t going to say it again, and every day she wound up betraying herself. Her free hand unthinkingly reached up to press a phantom earbud into her
jukeboxemcsa: “There’s a hand in my cunt. That makes me a puppet.” Dahlia swore every day she wasn’t going to say it again, and every day she wound up betraying herself. Her free hand unthinkingly reached up to press a phantom earbud into her
jukeboxemcsa: “There’s a hand in my cunt. That makes me a puppet.” Dahlia swore every day she wasn’t going to say it again, and every day she wound up betraying herself. Her free hand unthinkingly reached up to press a phantom earbud into her
jukeboxemcsa: “There’s a hand in my cunt. That makes me a puppet.” Dahlia swore every day she wasn’t going to say it again, and every day she wound up betraying herself. Her free hand unthinkingly reached up to press a phantom earbud into her
jukeboxemcsa: “There’s a hand in my cunt. That makes me a puppet.” Dahlia swore every day she wasn’t going to say it again, and every day she wound up betraying herself. Her free hand unthinkingly reached up to press a phantom earbud into her
jukeboxemcsa: “There’s a hand in my cunt. That makes me a puppet.” Dahlia swore every day she wasn’t going to say it again, and every day she wound up betraying herself. Her free hand unthinkingly reached up to press a phantom earbud into her
