Monday

rain goeth

when the rain goes


She's wayward, noctivagant ferret to the felling and swooning buttocks of the ladies she ride. She love him. She love his him to her rough cut breast its amour scent paint and wheeze with the toll of breath's body boom. So love goes buck ramming the propertied pair of its choice. NIght cons her eyeballing and hustles the tender touch , her long hold on his body.


_____________________________ Forsooth she comes agin his castle wattling warming its arse plenty ruth ~

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