sub-textural: raininjuarez: The string quartet droned. The chatter too. All starched shirts and stiff facades She pulled him into the orchard The hem slipped higher. She bid him: “Bite. Feast. Savor” Always impish.
tags: Babydollsescape,
from: https://babydollsescape.tumblr.com/post/146285901447
Advertisments
- Pin Porn
- Pay Porn
- random video #1
- random video #2
- random video #3
- random video #4
- random video #5
- random video #6
- random video #7
- random video #8
- random video #9
- random video #10