[What arrives on Oswald's device is a text pulled from the history of Anders' phone, no better than a salacious picture for the description.]
Is that what you want first, love? My tongue? Perhaps put to use on the line of your neck? Or maybe you'd prefer it lower, delivering well-deserved attention to those planes of muscle I very much appreciate. Or maybe lower still? Perhaps that's where I should start? With your cock down my throat.
text; un: panacea (Misfire)
Is that what you want first, love? My tongue? Perhaps put to use on the line of your neck? Or maybe you'd prefer it lower, delivering well-deserved attention to those planes of muscle I very much appreciate. Or maybe lower still? Perhaps that's where I should start? With your cock down my throat.