Diabolical Devices, Sophia Locke
Diabolical Devices, Sophia Locke
The morning smell is between thighs
I'll throw a sinful light on you
Am i suppose to not like this?
I will make it fair to you!
We want so much more than kisses
Bring the pain to build the pleasure
How do business men get down on weekends?
That wet mouth looks yummy
No hand could fill me like this
I want to read you up close
I bet you can serve me the special
Perfect as always