"mmmm
. I
wouldn't dream of hurting you.
. . She won't service me
American Twink Served
"mmmm
. I
wouldn't dream of hurting you.
. . She won't service me
American Twink Served
Her wings showed tears, but their pink undersides matched beautifully with the light blue of her skin. I have to see my superior, she said
But all the while we know what's on my mind,
My mind flashes back to the night we spent at the hotel,
How passion was the only thing we knew. As we slowly molded into one,
We knew it had just begun,
And begged to slow the rising sun
. Pleasure we could never anticipate,
No one could ever calculate,
The only thing that was unsure was fate
Read more Some days he would peer into her bedroom to watch his little
sister playing with her toys or sleeping peacefully
"mmmm
. I
wouldn't dream of hurting you.
. . She won't service me
American Twink Served
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American Twink Served