“Give it to me, baby.” Her painted lips part. Every ounce of taboo drips from her wicked grin as she leans in, craving everything you’ve got. Who knew grandma had such a dirty side?
“Give it to me, baby.” Her painted lips part. Every ounce of taboo drips from her wicked grin as she leans in, craving everything you’ve got. Who knew grandma had such a dirty side?