But thats stories for another day
. .
. All the animal desire to just pound my shaft into her like a spike, all of the excitement of the first taking, and my concern for her comfort, all intermixed with the raw desire. I choose to wander back to my eighteenth birthday
But thats stories for another day
. .
. All the animal desire to just pound my shaft into her like a spike, all of the excitement of the first taking, and my concern for her comfort, all intermixed with the raw desire. I choose to wander back to my eighteenth birthday
But thats stories for another day
. .
. All the animal desire to just pound my shaft into her like a spike, all of the excitement of the first taking, and my concern for her comfort, all intermixed with the raw desire. I choose to wander back to my eighteenth birthday
