“Do not get your face wet
Lesbian Sex POV Leather. “I want you to smell my cum, the smell of failure.
. In a chamber suffused with emotion
By the light of innumerable dawns,
In a house betwixt forests and ocean,
Where the briar rose bristles with thorns;
There hangs her portrait in splendour,
In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown,
In lines both violent and tender
And colours of thunderous tone. Her goddess soul demands adoration,
She is a daughter of tempest and night,
Of desire - the last incarnation,
A creature of ethereal light
“Do not get your face wet
Lesbian Sex POV Leather. “I want you to smell my cum, the smell of failure.
. In a chamber suffused with emotion
By the light of innumerable dawns,
In a house betwixt forests and ocean,
Where the briar rose bristles with thorns;
There hangs her portrait in splendour,
In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown,
In lines both violent and tender
And colours of thunderous tone. Her goddess soul demands adoration,
She is a daughter of tempest and night,
Of desire - the last incarnation,
A creature of ethereal light
“Do not get your face wet
Lesbian Sex POV Leather. “I want you to smell my cum, the smell of failure.
. In a chamber suffused with emotion
By the light of innumerable dawns,
In a house betwixt forests and ocean,
Where the briar rose bristles with thorns;
There hangs her portrait in splendour,
In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown,
In lines both violent and tender
And colours of thunderous tone. Her goddess soul demands adoration,
She is a daughter of tempest and night,
Of desire - the last incarnation,
A creature of ethereal light
