Still does to this day, too
Tattoo. She felt it, too, and dropped it out of her mouth to ask "What's wrong?"
I said "Nothing" as I pulled her up to lie on me again.
. Thankfully, they didn’t seem interested in my body. “Fuck!” I cried out when another tentacle—or cock, whatever—slid into me
Still does to this day, too
Tattoo. She felt it, too, and dropped it out of her mouth to ask "What's wrong?"
I said "Nothing" as I pulled her up to lie on me again.
. Thankfully, they didn’t seem interested in my body. “Fuck!” I cried out when another tentacle—or cock, whatever—slid into me
Still does to this day, too
Tattoo. She felt it, too, and dropped it out of her mouth to ask "What's wrong?"
I said "Nothing" as I pulled her up to lie on me again.
. Thankfully, they didn’t seem interested in my body. “Fuck!” I cried out when another tentacle—or cock, whatever—slid into me
