af Saxo von Hafnia, 24. november 2011 kl. 22:56
skrevet for en del år siden. alt for lang tid siden.
raw unbridled rhythmic uncensored the contrast is wildly apparent my tongue, gentle but with muscles tensed forming a tiny spear the buds washed by her flavour her clit feverish pulsing a rage of nerve endings eager for my touch I flick up and down up and down two tiny bits of flesh barely making contact yet triggeri...