My eyes spoke about the impatienceAs you were ready to take meMy skin started achingFor my covet started to flee
. .
. . She feels me grip one of her ankles
My eyes spoke about the impatienceAs you were ready to take meMy skin started achingFor my covet started to flee
. .
. . She feels me grip one of her ankles
My eyes spoke about the impatienceAs you were ready to take meMy skin started achingFor my covet started to flee
. .
. . She feels me grip one of her ankles
Straightjacket And Hogtie