RossyGarcia

Kiss me, give me the moisture of your tongue, of your lips, make your saliva mix with mine creating the taste of temperamentWhat turns me onAnd when she felt a hand slip through her lace-trimmed panties, just to bare her loins precisely—but tenderly, reverently—the thought that popped into her head was that she was so glad to be in England and from learning brime customs I let steal until the last breath, you have already become my ownerWhat turns me offI hate that they waste my time