Help me take off my Balmain jeans, I’ll undo yours & you can lick it after I’m done licking you first—I wanna taste it, tired of waiting, are you tasty? (Theme Day Post!)
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. (Theme Post)
