“Sin-phony”
He played pic-a-boobs with her breast like a pianist fiddling the keyboard looking for that perfect note to raise the symphony and excite the brain causing “loose-control” thereby poor security to the gateway of the paradise that lie between her legs. As he did signals traveled fast; faster than the speed of light, spreading legs open begging begging for penetration which he gladly consented with … Continue reading “Sin-phony”