romancelovelust: My hands caress and hold you. They adore you, soothe you, stroke you. My fingers barely indent the smoothness of your skin, the lovely curves that make me ache with their perfection. You lie there casually, calmly, openly. Accepting
romancelovelust: My hands caress and hold you. They adore you, soothe you, stroke you. My fingers barely indent the smoothness of your skin, the lovely curves that make me ache with their perfection. You lie there casually, calmly, openly. Accepting
