Gazing at her curves, I can’t help but lose my train of thought. She leans in, her soft lips brushing against me. Every flick of her tongue is pure distraction, making focus feel like a distant memory.
Gazing at her curves, I can’t help but lose my train of thought. She leans in, her soft lips brushing against me. Every flick of her tongue is pure distraction, making focus feel like a distant memory.