Gasping… The sound of fabric tearing, uniforms discarded. She bends down, eager, the moment raw. Relief rushes in as he explodes, painting her completely. Who knew innocence could be so filthy?
Gasping… The sound of fabric tearing, uniforms discarded. She bends down, eager, the moment raw. Relief rushes in as he explodes, painting her completely. Who knew innocence could be so filthy?